It's Always Been You

Blurred Lines

"Can I just stay in your bed all day?" Wes pouted out his bottom lip as he looked up at me, hugging my pillow and keeping himself wrapped up in my blankets.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I firmly shook my head. "Wes! All we've done is order take out and watch movies for the past three days. Let's go out!"

Wes groaned, stretching his arms out. "I just feel like a lazy bum."

"I know," I grabbed his hands and started pulling him up but I was too weak to make him budge. "Which is why we are going out to feel the crisp air on our faces. And coffee!"

Wes sighed as he pushed the blankets off himself. He dragged his feet towards the bathroom, giving in. "Fine. Let me change real quick."

I occupied myself by cleaning up some of the mess that was forming in the room while Wes took a quick shower and changed his clothes.

I grinned when he walked out, looking much more freshened up and awake.

"Let's go." I reached over to take hold of his hand, taking one step before halting to a stop. I stared at the ground for a long moment before turning to look at our intertwined fingers.

I looked up to meet his gaze. Wes only grinned smugly as he quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Sorry," my face flushed as I let go of his hand like it was a hot iron. "Force of habit?"

Wes chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Don't say sorry to me. I wasn't complaining, was I?"

I sucked in a sharp breath before forcing a smile on my face.

Seriously, snap the fuck out of it.

Wes and I headed to the cafe to grab coffee to start the day. The whole time he kept on bringing up me subconsciously holding his hand and teasing me about it.

"I was that good of a boyfriend that you mixed up fake and real?" He leaned forward, a playful little smirk playing on his lips. His eyes were lit up with bliss, seeming rather content. "I'm flattered you got so used to the warmth and comfort of hand holding with me."

I gritted my teeth, leaning so far back into the booth, it was like I was expecting to melt right into the seat.

Normally I would have found his joking and teasing annoyingly tolerable and I would probably bicker back to him in the same manner.

However, now that my emotions was spinning and my stomach was fluttering and my whole face was burning hot and surely bright red, I just wanted him to shut up and leave me alone so the ground could swallow me whole.

"Weston," I gritted out, an obviously sarcastic smile on my face. "Please shut up. It was a momentary lapse in awareness."

Wes started laughing whole heartedly. "Is that what it was, Fia?"

No, I'm actually crazy about you and wish it was normal and okay for me to hold your hand.

I let out a slow exhale, narrowing my eyes down at him. "If you don't shut up, I will leave you here and lock you out of my dorm so you can spend the rest of the week alone on the remote campus, drowning in the quietness."

The smile fell, his whole face turning serious. He sat up straighter, fear flashing across his eyes. "You wouldn't torture me like that."

I smiled sweetly, tilting my head. "Do you want to place bets on that?"

Wes cleared his throat, firmly shaking his head. "As confident as I am... no. I don't think we need to go to such extreme levels."

I shot him a cheeky look as I leaned back comfortably. "You can't tease me when you're the one who snuggles up to me every night. Who's the one blurring the lines now?"

Wes licked his lips, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "Maybe my choice to snuggle up to you is not a lapse in awareness but simply a choice to do so, ignoring the line."

I bit down on my lip as a shiver ran down my spine. Is he implying that he wants to cuddle with me regardless of whether we are fake dating or not?

"I'm sure once everyone is back on campus, you'll find a cuddle buddy soon enough." I offered a smile but thought of that made me want to throw up.

Wes rolled his eyes, scoffing. "Please. I don't cuddle with you unless you're special. Not everyone can get the privilege of cuddling with Wes Hamilton. Cuddling is way past first or even second date and frankly, nobody ever gets a second date to begin with."

I didn't fail to notice what his words meant. I made my heart do a flip but I played it fought it away as I spoke. "You regard your cuddles very highly if that's the case."

Wes shrugged, grinning at me adorably. "You should be flattered, Fia."

I rolled my eyes playfully but inside, I felt like I was melting. "Don't get cocky, pretty boy."

My heart was racing. Even if I just looked at Wes from across the room, my heart would start to race. Everything he said made me blush like a madwoman and made the butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I didn't think it was possible to feel this strongly about someone but here I was, falling for him harder ever second I spent with him.

I thought about him non-stop and the fact that we had been spending all our time together didn't help. I felt like I truly was crazy.

Wes made jokes and teased me, he spoke with such ease. Even when he made comments that warmed my heart and made me want to melt, I knew it didn't mean anything. That I shouldn't read into it but I couldn't help it.

Wes had kissed me last and if he wanted to make a move, he had more than enough confidence to do so. Now was better a time than any considering it was just the two of us.

But Wes was flirty with everyone. He had been flirty with me since day one. It was his personality.

He jokes, he flirts, he teases. He does it with every girl he speaks to. It's part of his natural charm.

I never saw it before but now, like every other girl, I was getting caught up in it and letting that charm sweep me right off my feet.

At some point on our trip to my hometown, the thin line between friendship and something-more-than-friendship had gotten blurred to the point where I couldn't find my way back to just friendship.

Like an idiot, I had already fallen for Wes while he continued to see me as his best friend who he could be open and transparent with.

Something that is purely friendship to him has turned into something so much deeper to me. And that was a problem because sooner or later it would ruin our friendship all because of me and my stupid feelings.

I was wildly screwed.