I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone buzzing on my nightstand. The sound I had come to hate most. I seriously sometimes wish I could throw my phone across the room, but I kinda need it for my life. I slowly opened one eye and picked up my phone.
Before I could read the Caller ID, something shifted beside me. It scared the crap out of me, and I nearly jumped out of my own bed.
Oh yeah, Westly had stayed the night.
I glanced to see him just shift a little and continue to sleep. He looked kinda cute when he slept, his hair still messy and his chest bare. I started to remember what had gone on the night before, and a grin crept onto my lips.
He wasn’t that cute and innocent when he was awake.
I gave Westly a soft kiss on the cheek and answered my phone.
“Hello?” I whispered.
“Where are you, Lane? You were supposed to meet me a while back, and you aren’t here,” said a familiar British voice.
“What?” I had completely spaced. I hadn’t even remembered that I was still grinning.
“You were supposed to come and help me get fitted for my tux today, find one that will make Daph happy.” All he and I were concerned about right then was Daphne’s happiness. Really, this planning was all about making the girl happy. Since she had grown up in a spoiled home, she was going to live spoiled with a successful man and her own job.
“Oh yeah,” I held the palm of my hand to my forehead, “I haven’t been myself this morning. I’m so sorry. I’ll be there in thirty minutes, give me time.”
“Alright.”
“Wha-?” Westly said as his bright blue eyes shown sleepily at me. His voice was groggy, and I liked the sound of his sleepy voice.
Oh, God, what has gone wrong with my brain.
“Who was that?” Kirk said to me.
“No one. Uh, I’ll be there soon, okay?”
“Okay, but-“
I hung up and set my phone back down, then plopped back down into the position I had woken up in, but Westly continued to shift. He propped himself up on his elbows and blinked the sleep away. “Who was that?”
“Kirk,” my lips spat out. I hadn’t really meant to respond, but I did.
“What was he calling for?” He had clearly expected it to be Daphne, just like I had.
“I was supposed to help him get fitted for a tux today, and I’m late.” I sat up and held the comforter to my chest. Our eyes finally met and a grin lined Westly’s lips. I felt my cheeks turn red and I looked away. I reached over to the t-shirt drawer across from my bed and pulled on a t-shirt that was too big for me before getting out of bed.
YOU ARE READING
The Wedding Planner
ChickLitLanea Pastele has grown up with Kirk Davenport since high school. They were lucky to get through high school and college alive, but that's what their help did for each other. After going their separate ways unintentionally after college, Lanea is a...
