Wes' lips hovered over mine. A single strand of hair separated the two of us. I don't know if I should close the distance between us or wait eagerly for him to kiss me.
“Lucy!" I heard.
My head jerked backward, and I lost my balance. Wes caught me before my back had a chance to come in contact with his bed. Wes' arm snaked around my lower back colliding our chests together. I could feel the soothing feeling of his heartbeat. I wonder if he can feel the rapid beating of my own.
“I think that's Ollie," Wes whispered.
I reluctantly peeled myself off Wes. Oliver was standing in the hallway outside of Wes' bedroom.
“What's wrong, Philotes? Are you okay?" I asked, checking his arms for any bruises. I'm used to checking for bruises because that damn treehouse of his is so dangerous. Oli
