Time Again

Chapter 21: Doubt

Chapter 21: Doubt

"The best way out is always through."

~Robert Frost

Adelle

I found it hard to keep my hands to myself.

Leaning over the sink I brushed my teeth with the toothbrush that Wes had called the front desk for. He sat on the bed, staring holes into the side of my head and stoking the fire that was inextinguishable inside me. I shut off the water and wiped my mouth on a towel.

"Seriously Wes, stop," I said and stood in front of him with my hands on my hips.

"You forget, a ghra, that I've seen inside your head -you don't want me to stop." He smirked, drawing me closer with his hands on my hips. I couldn't help it, my hands moved to rest on his shoulders.

"And I've seen inside yours. You're playing a dangerous game," I stated and repressed a shiver as Wes traced his fingers down my spine.

"I know what game I'm playing," Wes whispered as he leaned in and nipped at my ear.

I was putty in his hands and he knew it, smirking even as he kissed me. I couldn't help but drag my fingers through his hair, responding to the kiss. A banging at the door followed by Ronan yelling at us to hurry, jolted us out of the kiss.

"To be continued," Wes murmured pressing his lips to my forehead before going to the door.

"If you're lucky," I couldn't help but add, smiling wickedly.

"I am lucky." Wes winked and opened the door.

"Bridget and Gerald are here with clothes. Come get them with me," Ronan demanded and turned, expecting Wes to follow him.

Wes shook his head, grumbling about Ronan's demand but quickly pecked my cheek then was out the door, making me lock it behind him.

It wasn't like I could go anywhere, I was stuck in a bathrobe, my once beautiful dress sitting in a pile on the floor, muddy and torn. I returned to the bathroom, running my hands through my tangled hair. Giving up I returned to the main room, looking out the window to the street below. People moved past, going on with their daily lives. It was peaceful.

I people watched for a while before looking down towards the entrance to the hotel and watched as Bridget handed Wes some clothes then pulled out her phone. A look of surprise flashed across her features and she walked across the street, answering the call. Bridget glanced around her while speaking into the receiver then nodded and ended the call. Plastering a pleasant look on her face she strode back to the front of the hotel and continued to talk with Wes and Ronan. I lost sight of Wes as he entered back into the hotel but kept watching as Bridget spoke with my grandfather then pointed to a place across the street. He nodded and got back into the SUV they had brought. She glanced around her then walked across the street again and I watched until she turned a corner and I lost sight of her.

The door opened and Wes strode in, carrying a bag of clothes. He sat it on the bed then came over to stand next to me at the window.

"What are you looking at?"

"Bridget." I told him what happened then turned away from the window and looked for some clothes in the bag. I pulled out a sweater and jeans when Wes came back to me.

"I'm sure she is just getting some supplies or something," he said and pulled out some clothes.

"Yeah," I responded then went to the bathroom to change. I quickly got dressed, pulling my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head. Checking my reflection in the mirror I shut off the light and joined Wes sitting on the bed. He was already dressed and waiting for me.