Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,60
good with comfort. There's no one I need to show my underwear anyway."
Wes stuck out his bottom lip like I'd taken away his favorite toy.
"Stop pouting." I suggested.
"What about pajamas?" He questioned.
"I'll just wear one of your shirts."
"Or you could go naked. I'm thinking about cranking the heat up tonight so you have to strip down." He gave me this cocky smile when he said it. I was enjoying his company, but didn't want to tell him.
"You wouldn't dare."
"I guess you'll have to wait and see."
Instead of going back to his house right away, Wes took us onto Duke's campus. I remembered checking it out when I was in high school as a potential place I'd want to continue my education. "So what are we doing here?"
"Just figured you'd like some fresh air and maybe a coffee."
"We passed a few shops on the way here."
Wes shocked me when he took my hand in public. I started to pull away, having been so used to hiding with James. Then I realized this was different. I leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked by a group of people our age. "It's nice isn't it?" he asked.
"What?" I played dumb.
"Not sneaking around. A real relationship doesn't require secrets, Cam. Speaking of which, how would you like to go out to dinner tonight? It's nothing fancy. You can wear one of the outfits we just got you."
"You're asking me out on a date?" I was speechless.
"You don't have to label it, but you did agree to a week. I think it involves meals."
He was right. "Dinner sounds nice." I wasn’t going to turn down a meal.
He squeezed my hand and smiled. "Thank you. I promise you’ll have a good time.”
“I already am.” It was true.
While heading back to his truck a group of females came up to Wes. “Hey, Wes. Where have been lately?” One of them asked.
He played with my hand while still holding it. “I was visiting with some old friends.”
They each gave me a once over. Suddenly I wished I was wearing makeup. I could only imagine how awful I looked. My hair was matted up in a knot. My clothes were dirty, and I wasn’t exactly feeling up to being judged after crying for several days in a row. “I’ve never seen you around. Are you new here?” Another girl asked.
“She’s just visiting,” Wes answered for me.
He was short with his answer and I wasn’t sure how to take it. Then he reiterated. “We’re kind of on a date, so if you’ll excuse us, I’d like to get back to my girl.”
We got a few feet away before I addressed his comment. “Your girl?”
“I’m hoping.”
“I told you not to.”
He shrugged. “I won’t stop trying.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but changed my mind at the last second. Did I want Wes to stop trying? After two days I knew I liked being around him. His kind ways were addictive. He enjoyed taking care of me, making sure I knew he was different from James. Wes was sincere. I believed he cared about me. It was nice to feel wanted. “I don’t want you to.”
He was shocked. “Seriously?” He let go of my hand and came to stand in front of me. We were close enough where we could see his truck in the parking lot. “So, does that mean I can kiss you again? I’ve been wanting to do it since breakfast.”
I nodded. “Right here? Where everyone can see us? You want to kiss a pregnant stranger?”
“I want to kiss the woman of my dreams in front of anyone who cares to watch. You’ve never been a stranger and I don’t give a shit about the baggage you come with. I’d still want you if you had six kids with five different fathers. I might wear four rubbers at a time, but I’d still want you.”
I crinkled my nose up when he said it. “Eww. You have the weirdest analogies.”
“What can I say, I go with it and hope it makes sense.”
I shook my head and placed both my hands at his sides. “Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.”
Just like how it had been at the swimming hole, I felt his lips press against mine. He was gentle. Wes took his time. Once his tongue tangled with mine I could feel my knees becoming weak. I was losing my ability to stop this from progressing. The longer I spent with Wes, the more