Chapter 201: Fiesty Little Omega
(WESLEY)
I scowl. "Justin is just a friend. I already told you."
"You told me a lot of things, Wes. And most of them are lies." He turns to face away from me.
I hurry around him so that he can stop walking or run into me. "Jericho, why are we here? In this room staying together? Why?"
"Would you rather I take you straight to Sasha, huh?" He is trying so hard to be mad, cold and angry. But he can’t stop looking at my lips.
I move closer to him and he stiffens. "No, of course not. I don’t want to fight with you. I missed you, Jericho. Didn’t you miss me?"
He shakes his head.
"If that were true, then you wouldn’t be so mad at me. I move even closer. "Touch me, Jericho. Please. I want you to."
A shudder ripples through him and he lets out a shaky breath. "You’ve already done enough damage, Wesley. Stop."
"I don’t want to damage you. I...I" I whisper, sliding my arms around him. "I want to heal you. Let me."
He holds on both my arms as though he is going to push them off, but he doesn’t. Instead, his hands move along and cup my elbows. "Stop."