But You're The One I Want (A Wesley Stromberg Fanfic)

Chapter 10: Cloud 9

Wes' POV

Oh my god. This is actually happening. I am kissing Summer Trent and she is kissing me back. I can feel the fireworks and electricity between us. Should I take it further? Why not?

I swipe my tongue across her bottom lip for to give me more access but all she does and shake her head and pull away. Damn. I'm always so greedy. Why can't I just be happy with what I have?

"Wes, what are you doing?" 

"I thought it's what you wanted."

Summer removed herself from my lap and stood in front of me, "I am stilling trying to decide whether I can trust you or not Wes. You might not be used to this but we need to take things slow; I hope you can be patient with me."

How can I deny her patience? I don't want to lose her. I nod my head and agree. She gives me a warm smile and bends down to plant a small kiss on my forehead. 

"Thank you," she says tenderly. She then proceeds towards my bedroom door to leave. Once she has left and I hear the front door close, I find myself flopping back on my bed and touching my lips. I can still feel them tingling from her touch.

I lie in silence for a few minutes just replaying the kiss over and over until my stomach growling distracts me. Guess it's time for lunch.

I jump from my bed and began to stride downstairs towards the kitchen. Let's see, what's in the fridge?

"Oh hey Keaton!" I see Keaton standing in the kitchen making a sandwich; I wrap my arm around his neck and give him a nuggie.

"Oi, get off Wes." He whines and I just laugh and let him go.

"So that sandwich for me?" I tease.

"In your dreams." Keaton rolls his eyes, "I saw a female leave before, she looked pretty happy. Do I need to ask, or is it just like the rest?"

Of course Keaton would think that I slept with her, why wouldn't he? That's how it's been for every female.

"No, it's not like the rest. I just asked her out, that's all."

"Are you sure that's all?" Keaton began to wiggle his eyebrows at me.

It was my turn to roll my eyes, "Yes I'm sure Keats. Even if something did happen I'm not going into detail with my little brother."

"Trust me I wouldn't want you to you kinky shit." Keaton retorted.

I simply give him a punch in the arm as a response, and we both just gave a small chuckle. We start to travel to the living room to sit while Keaton eats his sandwich and I eat the apple I grabbed from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter.

"So care to give me a name for this mystery woman?" Keaton pushes with a mouth full of sandwich.

"Summer." I smile at her name. Just saying it makes me happy.

"Oh yeah, I talked to her the other day. She was cute. Seems like a nice girl. Don't fuck with her head though." Keaton gives me a stern look.

"I wouldn't dare." I give him a serious look back.

Keaton gives me a warm smile, which I return, "Good, she seems like a nice girl. I don't want you making her sad."

Just then Drew enters the room, "What happened to my little season?"

I let out a small chuckle, "Your what?"

Drew rolls his eyes 'sassily' at me, "You take the fun out of everything. Where did Summer go?"

My mouth forms the shape of an 'O', "Oh, now I get it. Summer; season. Funny."

"That doesn't really answer my question on her whereabouts." Drew prods.