They say that when you dread something completely, time has a disobliging habit of speeding up instead of slowing down. It was now 11 and I'm stuck in the girls' bathroom. But I can't just keep running away and I need to get this sorted before Anna get to know what happened.
Wes was there, having his peanut butter sandwich, his favorite.
"Want a bite?" He asked me but I politely declined. The butterflies slowing rising and I mentally tried to prepare myself for whatever he had to say"I'm sorry that you had to witness all that you saw at the party and um- what exactly did you see?" he got straight to the point but not once did he look me in the eye.
"Well, uh," I nervously laughed but shut up the moment he looked at me, "I saw you go up with that girl and uh, she didn't look too good so I thought maybe you were helping her to the bathroom I guess. But then Anna came looking I got suspicious so I came up to check what was going on. That's when I saw you, you know-doing ugh whatever, after you practically attacked me ,and well, you know the rest." I played with the bracelet on my wrist, Anna and I kept matching ones.
"I did not attack you,Liv. You attacked me. You saw doing something natural and then gave me the crazy eyes, I only reacted to you and I couldn't help it.
"Natural? You were jacking off and then you looked at me with a crazy look in your eye, and then kissed me." He gave me a look. "Okay, I kissed you back, we kind of ran to each other," I stated,defensively. "We can't blame ourselves for what happened, it was a 'in the moment kinda thing' okay? Anyways Anna can not find out. I'm serious Wes," but I looked at him to realize he wasn't even looking at me. It worried me. I saw how much he cared for Anna, of course I was just a drunk mistake.
"Wes, are you okay? I asked gently, reaching to touch his face.He looks up and next thing I know I'm being pulled into a supply closet with hands all over me and his mouth against mine.

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Romance"We shouldn't" she reminded him, undoing the buttons of his shirt as fast as she could. "I know." He unsnapped the hook of her bra, and threw it away. They still fucked no matter the consequences. Olivia McCartney longs for a love she knows will n...