3,000 Miles

Chapter 11

Morning came all too quick when I woke to wesley sliding out from under me. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock, it wasn't morning at all, it's only 3am.
"Wes, where are you going?" I asked
"Hey, I'm just headed to the kitchen, it's time for a late night snack." he laughed. I pulled myself from the couch and followed him. There he stood in my kitchen in his batman pajama pants and white T-shirt. His pants hiking up higher above his ankles as he stretches to reach the top shelve of the cabinet.
"What are you looking for?" I ask
"Where is the- ah there it is"
"Whipped cream?" I asked, confused. "At 3am?"
"It's always a good time for whipped cream and strawberries" he smiles pulling open the fridge and pulling out the strawberries. I lean up against the counter and roll my eyes as he squirts the whipped cream straight into his mouth.
"What?" He asks. "Don't be such a downer" he say waltzing over and wiping whipped cream on my nose.
"Wesley!" I pouted, while grabbing the whipped cream from his hands. Although I couldn't seem to reach his face with the can because his hands held me down and tickled my sides as I fought back and laughed uncontrollably. He finally pulled the can from my hands and sat it on the counter. I stuck out my tongue at him and he laughed, pulling me into him. He kissed the tip of my nose, covering his lips in whipped cream and I giggled.
"You look stunning." he smiles. I gave him and unconvinced look and he took my hand, twirling me slowly.
"Look at you with your messy hair and pajama pants and whipped cream face." He spun me back to him.
"Absolutely gorgeous."
I put my hand in his and my head on his chest as we swayed back in forth. There was no music playing but it was just as sweet. They say the most peaceful moments happen in the still of the night, I began to realize what they meant as we slow danced in our pajamas in my kitchen that night. A nice peaceful get away from our usual life, and who would of thought we'd find it here.
"Anna" Wesley mumbled.
"Mhm?"
"Why me? I mean out of every guy in this world, why'd you pick me."
I looked up into his glistening eyes,
"Wes, If I were to explain to you why I loved you, we'd be here all night."
We continued to sway to the nonexistent melody that floated through the air.
"I'd stay up forever just to hear your voice." he whispered.
"Why?" I asked a bit startled and confused.
"You're my home. I like to hear your voice, it makes me feel good to know your here, it makes me feel safe."
My breath hiked in my throat as he spoke the words. I had never thought of him as someone who needed protection, he was always my protector, but here tonight I peered through his walls. The Wesley I held tonight in my arms wasn't the one I knew, this was a side of him from deep inside that came from years of neglect from his parents. He didn't know what love was. This was a different Wesley, he was exposed and vulnerable.
"I'll always be here Wes, you know that." I said brushing back a stray hair from his face.
"I know" he smiled "Now come on, let's go back to bed."