Falling For You ('Brothers' Spin-Off)

Chapter 35: Might As Well Call Me A Chauffeur

Chapter 35

"Are you done being a child about this?" I asked as Wesley walked back into his room.

He'd been gone so long that I let my hair down from the bun and it was already mostly dry by now.

Wesley let out a groan and he shut the door behind him.

"I'm going to take that as a maybe?" I raised my eyebrows, putting down my phone.

Wesley flopped onto his bed, resting his head in my lap.

"I was like a fricken preteen watching porn for the first time." Wesley whined, his voice muffled by my sweatpants. Well really they were his sweatpants but I was wearing them.

"I'm that hot, huh?" I teased, running my hand through his hair.

Wesley looked up at me.

"Are you mad?" Wesley asked quietly.

"Mad? Why would I be mad that my boyfriend was so excited to have sex with me he simply couldn't hold it in any longer?" I giggled.

Wesley let out a snort, resting his head back on my lap.

"I'm really sorry." Wesley sighed, shaking his head.

"If you apologize one more time I'm going to slap you." I laughed, still playing with his hair.

"Okay." Wesley rolled onto his back. "How are the scratches?"

"They hurt." I grimaced. "But I'm okay."

"Do you want me to put more Neosporin on them?" Wesley asked with a sigh.

"Could you?" I asked quietly, getting up from the bed.

"Yes ma'am." Wesley nodded. "Stay here, lay on your stomach and take off the t-shirt."

"Yes sir." I winked, pulling my t-shirt over my head.

"Jesus Christ, Grace." Wesley laughed, shaking his head as he walked into the bathroom.

I laid down on my stomach, pulling my hair to the side as I waited for Wesley to get back.

"They don't look as red, and the one on your arm is started to scab." Wesley told me, sitting down on my butt.

I winced and he quickly slid his hips backwards.

"Sorry." Wesley mumbled. "Your back still hurting?"

"No my hip did a thing." I replied with a laugh.

"Like the pop thing?" Wesley asked with a frown.

"No like the movement thing." I shook my head.

"Well is it in place right now?" Wesley asked nervously, lifting his hips.

"Yes it's fine." I nodded.

"Good." Wesley said as he sat back down. "You're like an old woman."

I let out a laugh as he started putting Neosporin onto the scratch on my arm.

"My hips are going to like, break, when we have sex." I laughed, shaking my head. "Something like that."

"Dude it makes me squeamish when you crack them, I'd throw up if they broke." Wesley laughed.

"And you're the guy who wants to be a surgeon." I shook my head in amusement.

"Yeah not a bone surgeon." Wesley laughed. "A baby surgeon."

"Cute." I giggled. "You'll be a good doctor."

"Yes ma'am." Wesley replied.

"Hey Grace can you- whoa sorry." Someone said in shock at the door.