It's Always Been You

Only Selling the Show

I had kissed Wes.

I didn't think, I just did it and he kissed me back.

And it was amazing. It was surreal, like something out of a movie. It felt like we were the only two people in the world.

And my head was swaying so much from all the alcohol that I had had, I didn't even care about the dangerous territory I was walking into.

After the gentle and perfect little kiss, we pulled away when someone started tapping on a glass to get everyone's attention. Adam was going to make a speech which caused Wes and I to step out of our little moment and head to the table we were sitting at.

We didn't have a chance to talk because Adam had started his little speech. Wes kept glanced at me through the corner of his eyes, like he was trying to see where my head was at.

I just stared straight ahead at Adam in the centre of the room, standing with my sister. My face was flushed and still on fire, my lips tingling like crazy.

As soon as the speech was over, I stumbled my way out to the back garden where everything was lit beautifully with fairy lights.

My head was spinning, partly due to the alcohol and party because the kiss was lingering in my head.

I couldn't process what I was thinking.

Wes and I were friends which I had to keep reminding myself. I wasn't an idiot, I knew I was starting to get spun by him and his natural charm.

But I knew Wes and I knew what he was like. He didn't care to have a committed relationship or to even give any girl a solid chance. Everything he was doing with me was for show. He didn't like me like that.

All I was doing was getting ahed of myself and letting my emotions control me, making things confusing and complicated.

"Fi?"

I spun around to see Wes walking towards me. His eyes were warm, his features soft but a hint of worry flashed across his face.

"Hey," I mumbled softly, avoiding his gaze.

"What's going on?" He walked over to me, taking ahold on my hands. "Why are you getting shy on me?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, struggling to lock eyes with him. "I don't know. I'm sorry."

We'd let out a breathy chuckle. "About what, silly?"

I shrugged, finally looking up to see his big and warm eyes dancing with emotion. "Kissing you."

Wes exhaled slowly. He moved his hand to brush some of my hair behind my ear, his touch making my skin tingle. "My God, your adorable."

I leaned into him, exhaling a shaky breath. My head was cloudy, my feet were sore and I just wanted to kiss him again.

I felt my mind spinning with confusion.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Fia."

I pursed my lips, frowning. "I shouldn't have done that."

Wes shrugged softly, a little grin playing on his lips. "Trust me, I didn't mind it at all." My chest was fluttering away with butterflies.

I shifted on my feet, wishing I could read his mind to know what he was feeling.

"What was that for anyways?" He had a playful and intrigued glint in his eyes.

I shrugged, looking down at her hands still holding each other's. "I don't know. I had to... sell the show, right?"