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She nods, a jerky movement, her eyes wide. Relief in her features. I press my lips to hers, needing to taste her again. I break away and press the elevator button, out of breath.
“What time should I pick you up tomorrow?”
“Noon?”
The elevator doors slide open, and I shoot her a smile. “It’s a date.”
Chapter 37
Quinn
It’s Sunday morning and I’m still reeling from Friday night as I get dressed for Joe’s party. My mom left a few hours ago to help set up, looking more dressed up than I’ve seen her in a while. She looked beautiful. The bandana wrapped around her head matched her red dress and lipstick.
It’s past noon when my phone buzzes with a text from Wes:
I’m downstairs. Can I come up?
I cringe at the thought of Wesley seeing my tiny apartment.
Be right down!
Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I grab my keys and slide my phone into my pocket. I stumble down the stairs and out the door, seeing Wesley’s town car. As usual, Pete and Wesley are standing outside waiting for me.
I skip over to them with a smile.
“Hi, Pete.”
He nods at me. “Miss Taylor.”
My smile turns into a scowl. “Pete…” My tone is a warning.
He rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry. Quinn.” He opens the door and gestures for me to enter. My gaze slides to Wesley. He’s looking more casual than usual in a black t-shirt and jeans and the sight is utterly swoon worthy. Wes wears casual just as well as a hand-pressed suit.
“You look incredible,” Wes says softly, reaching for my hand and intertwining our fingers.
I smile, trying to hide my blush, but he runs his thumb along my cheekbone in a warm gesture that only causes the pink hue to grow.
“How are you?” I ask as he opens the door for me and gestures for me to slide in.
In the backseat, he settles in right next to me, close enough that our bodies are touching. “Better now.” He smirks. His hand is still in mine and he’s rubbing soft circles on my knuckles. “And you?”
“I’m good. Excited to meet Joe’s family. And a little nervous. He’s been really good for my mom lately.”
“You have nothing to be nervous about,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the back of my hand with a soft kiss and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I feel giddy with Wes by my side like this.
Pete continues forward and Wes makes a motion to him. A few seconds later, he closes the divider, sealing us in the back.
“Craving some privacy, Mr. Marks?” I lean into him, pressing my hand against his chest.
The corners of his mouth tilt up. “Do you only call me Mr. Marks when you’re horny, then?”
My mouth drops. “Wesley!”
He presses his mouth against mine, his tongue pressing against mine softly. He tastes like mint and smells musky, like sandalwood and pine. He chuckles against my mouth. “See? Back to Wesley already.”
He pulls back and intertwines our hands again. “Can I come over after the party? I’d like to see your apartment.”
My smile falters. I hope he can’t see the fear growing in my eyes as I glance away, but it’s too late. “What? What’s wrong?” He says, reaching for me.