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. Oliver always misses the last step down and falls on the ground.
“Ariel fell asleep, and Derek said he’s tired. Can we go home?” Oliver asked.