Not Mine (Completed)

Chapter 15

I saw her. I saw Mum. She was smiling and holding me in her arms. I lay my head on her shoulder and she pushed my hair out of my face. I held onto her tighter. I miss her so much. I felt tears on my cheek. It was tears of happiness. It's been years since she held me like this. Her smell, the way she would smooth my hair and kiss my forehead. I miss all that. I miss her.

Suddenly, the smoke cleared and I stirred. I refused to open my eyes. I refused to wake up. If I do, Mum would disappear. And I so badly want her to stay. I held onto her and wrapped my arms around her torso as I snuggled deeper in her arms. Her arms tightened around me as well, making me smile. I never want to wake up. Not ever! I want to stay in her arms forever. Again, I fell into a deep slumber.

It was a moment later that I thought I smelt something foreign. Like cologne. Men's cologne, to be exact. Wait, Mum  doesn't wear men's cologne! My eyes snapped open and widened when I saw Wes's profile mere inches away from my face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly. I was lying on his chest and he had an arm around my shoulder, holding me close. One of my arms was around his torso and the other was tucked under my chin. This was not the first time I woke up in Wes' arms. The first time was when we were stranded in the forest during that hiking trip gone wrong. But still,  I took the chance and stared at him like creeper. God, he's so beautiful. He had a hint of stubble on his chin and the longest lashes I've ever seen on anyone, let alone a guy that I've ever seen.  His cheek looked soft and supple. I really wanted to touch it. Wes belonged to a group of people too beautiful for  mortal life. People like me are never this close to people like him. He looked surreal and beautiful that I actually ached to touch his face. God, I'm a total hopeless case!

Just then, Wes took a deep breath and stirred. I quickly snapped my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. I kinda had a feeling that Wes opened his eyes and was looking at me. But he was still. He'd probably went back to sleep. I risked it and opened my eyes a tiny bit. I was greeted by the most mesmerizing golden brown eyes with flecks of yellow and gold in them. And those scandalously long lashes.  Horrified at being caught staring, I snapped my eyes shut and froze.

"Good morning. " Wes spoke in that just got up from sleep gravelly voice. The sexiest voice known to mankind. I felt my insides churn. He blinked his eyes and smiled as he sighed. I looked away and quickly got up from the bed. I stood up and cleared my throat as I walked to the bathroom with a towel in hand. Once safe in the bathroom, I gasped out the breath that I had been holding. Damnit! Stop swooning! Somehow, I managed to take my shower, although every time I closed my eyes under the shower water, the glimpse of Wes' face, smiling in bed would materialize and I would get swayed. Like literally swaying in the shower...Urgh, how the hell do I keep my thoughts pure and platonic if Wes doesn't stop being irresistible?! Deep inside I know that if I let my heart go were it wants, I would get hurt. There's no doubt about that.

After I got dressed, I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Nonchalantly, I walked to my room to find Wes fiddling with his phone as he sat on the sofa in the room. Trying to cover my nerves, I rummaged my wardrobe and gave him a t-shirt to change into. He looked up and smiled as he took the dark blue t-shirt from my hand. As soon as he went into the bathroom, I went downstairs to see what grandma was up to in the kitchen. I was hit by the smell of french toast when I entered the kitchen. I saw grandma cooking many, many slices of french toast. She saw me and smiled.

"Good morning grandma!" I said as I sat down at the breakfast counter.

"Good morning honey. Can you help bring these to the dining table?" Grandma said as she dunk another slice of bread into the egg.

"Err, sure. Is somebody coming for breakfast?" I said as I carried the coffee pot and huge plate stacked with fluffy, delicious french toasts to the dining table.