Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter LX - Breakups and Makeups

Chapter 60

After a few minutes of not answering, Wesley slowly nodded in understanding and withdrew his hand from me. I admit, it felt wrong holding his hand in a more-than-friends way. But even though it's wrong, it felt like a ton of bricks landing on my face when he pulled his hand away. 

I really need to forget about him. That way, I can avoid getting Wesley hurt. 

Cue in long awkward silence.

"Look, Wesley I--" 

I couldn't speak, nor breath because of a certain lip pressing aggressively against mine. It wasn't the usual slow and tender like the one we shared over the past few weeks. Instead, it was hard yet passionate at the same time. It was like all the feelings he bottled up, poured in me. 

In response to his affections, I kissed back. It was pure bliss that not even Butch muttering, Kid's these days, stopped me in embarrassment. 

He pulled away slowly, his hand resting on my cheek. He gave me a bitter smile and went back on his original position when we were talking. I wanted to hug him from behind. Maybe, leaning my head on his shoulder would be nice. Or any other sweet gestures a girl would do for her boyfriend. 

But before I could, the unfamiliar line of trees caught my attention. Usually, the way to the airport was full of speedy cars that honk even though the way was clear. "Where are we?" I asked. 

"Were's just getting Winona from Clyde's since she stayed the night." Wesley said, his eyes glued to the window. 

"We passed Clyde's street minutes ago."  I snapped my attention to Butch but he just shrugged, obviously not giving me any answers. "Where are we going?"

Wesley smiled ruefully. "I think you know where." 

My eyes unconsciously widen as hands find its way at his shoulder. He gently shrugged it off like it was nothing. I admit, that simple gesture broke my heart.

"No..." I whispered. Then, it transformed into panic. "NoNoNoNo. Wesley, you can't." 

"Too late." He replied in a monotone voice.

I licked my lips and stare at him, dumbfounded. "What's the purpose of doing that? He's getting married. He's moving on with his life, Wesley. What's there to come back to?!" Wesley just sighed and faced me, his eyes not meeting mine. "I moved on. You helped me move on. Greyson is my past, while you...I'm dating you. You're an important person in my life. I love--"

"STOP SAYING THAT!!" He shouted, his eyes burning with rage. "Stop saying that you love me, even if you don't! Stop toying with my feelings, Jamie!" He stopped as he realized what he was doing and just flashed me with a sad smile. "You're hurting me." 

And just like that, words are having trouble forming in my mouth.