Michaela's POV
"Everything... Everything's wrong", Wes whispers as his forehead leans against mine.
I should move... should push away this chauvinistic jerk but... right now… he looks so broken, and there's a part... a large part of me that feels the need to help put him back together.
"Have we got anything else on today?" I ask quietly, hoping to the goddess he says no.
Wes nods whispering a reply that seems a mile long as my hand absently begins to draw small circles on his chest.
"Today?" I whisper in shock.
"Yup" Wes replies popping his P for emphasis but still not moving his forehead from mine.
"Can we skip any of it?" I begrudgingly ask.
Weston's eyes flutter open to give me a playful smirk, a hand moving from beside me to now wrap around my waist "We can skip it all Mish...
