In a weak attempt to run from her past, Valley moves away from home after she graduates high school. She keeps to herself in this new small town like she plans and she thinks she is doing fine this way. That is until she comes across a boy who won't...
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I wasn't sure why I agreed to spend my Thanksgiving with Wes and his family. I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him I had plans and they didn't involve spending a weekend with a bunch of strangers. I don't know why I didn't. I learned- I forced myself to learn not to say what people want to hear, yet there I was, standing with my bags by my side... Again. This was a very different situation, though.
I met Wes in the parking lot after my classes let out. I had stored my bags and pillow in the trunk of my car that morning so I wouldn't have to go back to my dorm, and I was now loading it into the back of his car.
Wes was wearing comfortable clothes; sweats and a t-shirt. He wasn't shaved and if I was being honest with myself, the dash of facial hair on Wes was an easy turn on. The only other time I'd seen him with facial hair was the day I went to check on him. At that time, I wasn't paying attention to his looks so much as I was trying to keep ourselves together. Now, I wanted to run my fingers across his jaw to his lips.
Vienna, I warned, forcing myself to look away.
After we positioned everything in the trunk so it fit snugly, we both went around the car and I slid into the passenger seat beside him. I smiled at his unkempt hair and clothes. "You look like-"
"Like I'm ready for a road trip?" He graced me with a boyish grin. "I am."
I shook my head in amusement. I wasn't wearing anything fancy but I made sure I looked presentable for when we arrive at his dad's house. I slipped my feet out of my flip flops and leaned back in my seat, getting comfortable for the long ride.
"Oh, and look." Wes leaned between the seats, sticking his arm into the backseat, but that wasn't what distracted me. Wes placed a hand on my thigh, bracing himself as he blindly searched for whatever it was he was looking for. His face was only inches away from mine and it didn't help that he kept breaking eye contact to look at the bottom of my face.
He's so close and he smells really nice.
No, look away, Vienna.
He's looking at your lips.
Stop it, he's not looking at your lips. Look out the window, there's a dog.
Then what is he looking at?
How should you know, Vienna? Maybe you have a pimple. Look at the dog!
I shot my hand up to feel my chin was smooth and acne free right now.
Oh, my god, he's looking at your lips.
Wes finally leaned back after about six long seconds of rummaging through the back seat. He dropped a grocery bag in my lap. "I brought snacks," He grinned wildly.
