“Hm…” I groaned as I rolled around, the cottony sheets and strawberry-scented comforter was enough to let me know that I was back on my bed.
Ah, my sweet, sweet, bed that had a crazy high thread count. I’ve missed you so much.
“I’ve missed you, my–”
What?!
My eyes shot wide open when I felt something not like cotton and definitely way too warm to be an inanimate object. My suspicions were instantly proven correct a second later when my eyes locked with tantalizing blue eyes and a seductive grin plastered on a certain boy’s face much too close to mine than normal.
Wes.
“What are you doing here?” I asked after clearing my throat and internally thanking the fact that the only light present was the one coming from the moonlight peeking from the window because then he wouldn’t see how
