Desperate

Chapter 31

"I'll be back in three days. It really isn't that big of a deal!" Wes argued.

"Wes, that isn't the point! You didn't even tell me you were leaving! You've known about this for over a month and you just never told me! Married people don't keep secrets." I yelled at him as he drug his suitcase to the front door. Call me clingy but I can't believe he's just up and leaving me. He's known he had to go on this trip over a month and never even thought to tell me about it!

"I swear I was going to tell you. It just never came up! Oh, and married couples keep tons of secrets from each other." He said trying to keep his cool.

"Yeah, secrets about waitresses hitting on them, not about flying across the country!" I snapped.

"God how are you so sexy when you're mad at me." He mumbled almost inaudibly.

"Did you just say I'm sexy when I'm mad?" I asked still fuming about him never mentioning this little trip to New York he's taking with the boys.

"I did." He smirked and walked right up to me getting in my face playfully. "It makes you ten times sexier, and that's next to impossible."

"You can't just call me sexy and expect me to drop my argument." I said.

"Brianna, I would never do a thing like that." He spoke properly and batted his eyes innocently.

"You're such a liar!" I rolled my eyes.

"Baby just calm down. You're overreacting." He said still in my personal space. He clenched his jaw in frustration from arguing with me making his neck veins bulge for a fraction of a second. His hair shook as he moved to change his stance. I took this moment to notice we were standing really close, an he had backed me up almost against the wall. He was so trying to make me just drop this!

"Wesley you lied to me!" I shouted waving my arms.

He grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them above my head. "I didn't lie." He said softly looking me in the eyes. He trailed his free hand down my arm slowly as he spoke. "I just didn't tell you about this, because I knew you were going to be upset. I'm not happy either. You think I want to go across the country and leave you here alone?"

"No." I mumbled. "I'm just going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too, but like I said, it's only three days and I'll call everyday." He said.

I sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Me too." Wes leaned his forehead against mine. "I love you."

"I love you too." I angled my head up so I could press my lips onto his.

He didn't hesitate in kissing me back softly. Then I freed my hands from his hold over my head and tangled them in his shaggy hair. Kissing Wesley is something I never get tired of. Especially after we argue, because I just want to make sure he knows how much I really love him. I do over react but if I ever lost him I don't know what I'd do.

"When do you leave?" I breathed when he pulled away from me.

"In about an hour." He said settling his breath.

"Perfect." I smiled reconnecting his lips to mine.

After Wes had left I laid in bed with the sheets tangled around me looking up at the ceiling. My phone buzzed on the table next to me so I rolled over and looked. I had two texts, one from Wes and one from Shayla asking if she could come hangout with me while the guys were gone. I told her yes and opened the one from Wes. Once I read it I bust out laughing.

From WesleyMyBaby: Ooh Na Na what's my name ;)

Shayla got there shortly after I'd gotten dressed and we watched some tv then ordered pizza. "So how's living with Drew?" I asked her.

"Fine we go camping and hike together. It's nice actually, and what about you and Wes?" She asked.

I shrugged. "It's fun most of the time."

"I've never heard someone describe living together as fun." She laughed. "What makes it fun?"

"He's just fun." I laughed. "He even taught me to cook without burning stuff."

"Apparently he's fun and patient." She snorted. "I'm happy you two ended up together. You're basically perfect for each other."

"So are you and Drew." I winked.

"Yeah he's pretty perfect." She practically swooned just thinking about him.

There was a knock on the door and I jumped up. "Enough boy talk! There's pizza to eat!" I proclaimed. I opened the door and instead of pizza there stood my elderly neighbor. "Miss Peterson what can I do for you?" I asked.

"Well I'll tell ya what ya can do!" She snapped rudely. "Stop all the damn racket at night! If I hear you and your boyfriend getting busy one more time I'm calling the police and filing a noise complaint." She warned.

Oh my god! "I'm so sorry it won't happen anymore." I rushed my words out in embarrassment.

"It better not! I'll pray for you dear." She nodded and trotted off.

I felt myself blushing as I closed the door. "Where's the pizza? Or did the delivery boy hear the racket and run off." Shayla teased behind me.

"Shut up Shayla." I laughed shaking my head. I'm glad she's here with me while the boys are gone.