Desperate

Chapter 30

"Babe, stop moving I can't sleep." Wes whined waking me up out of a dead sleep.

I rolled to face him and smiled to myself in the dark, because the reason I'd been tossing and turning was because I was totally having sex dreams about that boy. "Sorry honey." I said brushing my fingers through his soft hair.

He caught my hand in his and kissed it softly. "We're you having a bad dream?" He asked sounding worried.

I guess I have to tell him. "Not at all." I shook my head. "Quite the opposite actually."

"Oh, well I was just worried." He kissed my hand again. "What was your dream about that made you roll all over the bed?"

"You." I said smirking even though he couldn't really see me in the dark.

"Hmm, well in that case." He tugged my flat against his chest and moved his lips against mine making me giggle. This night just got real.

Wes and I have been coexisting for about a week and we haven't killed each other yet so that's a good sign right? We practically do everything together. The only thing I don't like is that he refuses to wear a shirt inside. It drives me crazy in more ways than one. I think he does it on purpose actually. He'd lose his mind if I didn't wear a shirt all the time. I might as well start walking around in a bikini.

"Brianna I'm home!" Wes yelled as he came through the door.

"In the kitchen!" I called back as. Took burnt chicken out of the oven and groaned.

Wes came in and smiled shaking his head looking at the pan. "I swear you could burn ice." He laughed.

"I'm sorry I suck." I sighed.

"Don't say that too loud or there'll be a line at the door." He winked. "And I love you even though you can't cook."

"I never had anyone to teach me." I looked down at my feet thinking back to my mom. She never really spent a lot of time with me let alone taught me to cook. "The only person who really tried to spend time with me was my grandma. She died of cancer when I was six though so I didn't really have a lot of time with her."

"I'm sorry." He said wrapping me in a hug.

"It's not your fault baby." I said pushing the sad thoughts from my head. "Lets order some Chinese."

"I have a better idea." He said letting me go. "Grab that pan and the rest of the chicken out of the fridge."

I did as he asked then rejoined him in the kitchen where he was mixing stuff together in a pot on the stove already. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm teaching you to make Chicken Parmesan. Nobody ever said I can't cook." He smiled handing me a spoon.

"Why'd you suffer through the burned meals then if you can cook!" I laughed.

"Because I love that you try so hard and never give up." He kissed my cheek. "Now watch." He added as he quartered up the chicken and started cooking it in the pan.

Once it was all done nothing was burnt and it smelled amazing as it looked. "Thank you Wes." I smile.

"You're welcome baby." He smiled back. "Now lets eat."

After dinner I sat back on the couch and sighed with contentment as Wes talked on the phone arguing with management. I watched him pace the floor back and forth. He stopped and held the phone away rolling his eyes muttering how dumb they were. Then held it back to his ear and glanced at me. His eyes wandered over me and he bit his lip and winked making me blush even though we were alone.

I stood up and went to walk past him into our bedroom but he caught me around the waist and stepped in my way playfully. "Wes move." I whined in a hushed tone.

He shook his head no and puckered his lips. I kissed him softly without making a sound and he smiled then let me pass smacking my butt as I did. I didn't even look back at him because I'm actually used to it. That boys just something else.

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I'm not sure how many more chapters I'm going to push this story, but I think my next story's going to be about Drew just to change it up.. Also I have a story that's not a fan fic called "Nothing Like an 80's Movie" if you haven't checked that out yet... Oh and I'd like to know how you feel about me maybe doing a separate book of just some imagines? Or would you like a sequel to Home For Christmas? Let me know lol I know that's a lot to process but yeah. Thanks for being amazing and ily guys 💜