When I woke up that next morning, I expected Wesley to feel a lot of things when he looked over to me laying in bed with him. Love, lust, adoration, hell even shocked would've been a good one.
I never expected to open my eyes, and see such a prominent emotion cross his face.
Fear. Why the hell was he scared? Was my eyes glowing? They only do that on full moons. Did I smell that bad?
I knew I took multiple showers last night. I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at his wide eyes and pale face.
"Why are you scared?"
"Uh, we didn't, uh-"
"Wesley, just spit it out." I huffed as I pulled myself to sit up fully, leaning against his dark headboard.
"Did we sleep together?" I couldn't help it. A grin came to my face as I started laughing, a deep throaty laugh I hadn't had in such a lon
