Time Again

Chapter 9: Revelation

Adelle

I woke to a sharp pain in my neck. Groaning I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Looking over I saw Wes watching me.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Hey," Wes reached up and started rubbing my neck. Weird how he could tell it hurt.

"Ah that feels good," I laughed and closed my eyes.

"Sorry if my shoulder isn't comfortable," Wes teased.

"It isn't your shoulder, I think it's from the accident," I eased back against Wes again.

"Oh how's your head?" Concern flooded his voice.

"Pounding," I groaned. Opening my eyes I looked around, "Where's my mom?"

"No idea," Wes stood up and stretched his arms above his head, his t-shirt riding up leaving a strip of skin bare. I watched, mesmerized by him, my cheeks growing warm and my heart began to pound. How could one boy create all of these feelings within me?

It took me a moment to realize that Wes was talking.

"Oh yeah," I stood up and looked at the clock to find that it was 6:30 in the evening. "Jeez we slept for a long time," I remarked.

Wes laughed, "Well we kinda had an eventful night."

Looking on the counter I saw a note from my mom;

"Got called into work for emergency. Left-overs in fridge for dinner. Put this cream on your stitches and take Advil on counter. I'll be home late so don't wait up, love mom.

P.S. behave with Weston, xoxo"

I laughed and put the note down.

"What's so funny?" Wes asked.

"Just my mom," I swallowed down the pills then squeezed some cream onto my finger. As I reached up to smear it across my stitches Wes stopped me.

"Here let me do it," taking the cream off my finger he gently placed his hands on my head and spread the stuff over my stitches. Suppressing a groan I swayed into Wes, my eyes closed. My heart tugging me towards him.

"Why am I like this around you?" I murmured.

"I don't know love, you affect me the same way. It feels like I'm connected to you,"

I felt Wes shift closer and I tilted my head up wanting his lips on mine. Wes's breath fanned over my face, causing me to shiver. Daring to open my eyes I saw his intense gray-blue eyes mere millimeters away.

"Please Wes," I pleaded, needing his lips on mine with a longing like never before. I saw a battle wage in Wes and his eyes slid unwillingly down to my lips. Leaning closer still, Wes curled his fingers into my hair. My heart thundered in my chest, my hands trembled, and my knees threatened to give out, but still I willed his lips to mine.

"Adelle," He whispered shakily.

"Yes," I sighed and his lips brushed mine so feather light, igniting me and setting an inextinguishable fire in my heart.

I groaned in frustration when Wes tore himself away from me as the garage door opened. Turning away I dragged shaking fingers through my hair, my cheeks on fire.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, feeling like a fool.

"Adelle, do not say that because I know you're not and neither am I. I want to kiss you so freaking bad but something always keeps us from it, but the time will come and when it does you will not be sorry."