*Don't know her name* Wesley Stromberg love story ~~ Teacher/Student

Chapter 7)

The club was packed! It was so exciting to see this many people on the first night, not even 4 hours after the opening. The first round of drinks was on the house, kind of like a thanks for showing up and supporting the club gift. I lost the girls maybe an hour ago. Like I promised, I definitely saw the YUMS guy again. He was sitting at the bar alone. Of course me being the noble, kind, and amazing person I am, turned my flirt on. I walked over to him and sat next to him. "Dylan can I get a vodka straight up?" I asked one of the bartenders. He nodded. I looked over at the guy and saw him giving me the once over. I smirked and leaned closer to him, "See something you like?" I whispered in his ear. "Isn't that the guys line?" He answered with a question. Shrugging I reached for my drink and downed it. "You're the one that called me and my bros to the front of the line right?" He asked me. "Yup that's me" "Why?" He asked turning his body to face me. Smiling at him I downed the rest of my drink and said, "like I said, someone took an interest in you." With a wink.

"I'm Wes." He said standing up and pulling me to the dancefloor. "Well Wes, what are we doing?" I asked as he turned to face me and pulled me close to him. Leaning down he whispered in my near, "Dancing." My back was to his front and the song Back To The Start by SoMo was playing. I started grinding against him and about halfway through the song I could feel him poking my butt. He leaned down and started kissing my neck, "Wanna get outta here?" He asked, his voice husky. I nodded my head, grabbed my purse and followed him outside. I threw him my keys and he drove us back to his place.

Finally making it back to his, we walked to the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?" Wes asked me. I shook my head and jumped on the counter. Wes turned to where he was facing me, leaning against the other counter. I didn't realize I was biting my lip until he was literally right in front of me. I put his forefinger on my bottom lip and whispered, "Don't do that." I stopped and as soon as his finger left my lip his lips replaced them. I pulled his snapback off, Wes was standing between my legs rubbing up and down my thigh. I slipped my hands under his shirt and rubbed up his chest taking his shirt also. Breaking the kiss I pulled it over his head. In no time his lips were back on mine. He pulled me closer to him and reached around behind me to unzip my dress. Wrapping my legs around him, he carried me up to his room.

I wasn't drunk last night. I was basically sober. All I had was that one glass of vodka. I'm not the kind of person that wakes up at a guys house and makes myself at home, but when I woke up and felt Wes' arms around me, I couldn't help but smile. Guys were just a conquest for me. I shouldn't feel like this. I couldn't help but snuggle closer to him and feel complete when he tightened his arms. I should have gotten up then. I should have already been gone. I should have forgotten his looks, the way his room looks, the way he smells. I should have forgotten his name, but I couldnt. I fell asleep for another hour. Now here I am listening to Wes on the phone. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean for those words to come out. I would never intentionally hurt you." "Yeah today's great. 3 o'clock." "I love you too Carly." I heard Wes sigh and lay back down. His arm back on my waist. He already has a girlfriend. I've slept with taken guys before but why does it feel wrong to hear him tell someone else he loves her or he wouldn't hurt her? I was thinking to myself when I suddenly heard Wes snore. Great he's asleep. I wiggled out of his grip and put my clothes back on. I couldn't find my car keys in his room so I walked down to the kitchen trying to make very little noise. I spotted his keys on the kitchen counter when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Freaking out I snuck out his back door and walked to the front. Hopping in my car I took off back to the house. The only thing going through my mind was he don't even know my name.