dirty_bad_wrong Time enough at last
"I'm sure," I whispered back to Wes after he asked me. I mean, how could I not be sure?
My heart was pounding so loud, though, I was sure that he must've heard it. This was my 16th birthday. This was the day I told Wes that I loved him - hello, using the "L" word is huge, especially considering how long we'd been dating - and now... now it would be even more special.
I walked back to our bedroom first and looked around, frowning. There were no candles, no soft music, I wasn't wearing a pretty lacy thing I'd bought at Victoria's Secret. It was normal... but maybe normal wasn't such a bad thing.
Turning to see Wes coming in after me, I smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. My hair was messed up from making out on the couch with Wes, I was wearing pink jammie bottoms and one of Wes' white button-up shirts that was way too big for me.
The bed wasn't made. My clothes were on the floor on the side. The light was just the bright one that was normally used in the room.
But I saw the pretty blue of Wes' eyes as he looked down at me, and it was all perfect somehow.
"I'm sure," I repeated, holding out a hand to him.
((Open to Wes))
My heart was pounding so loud, though, I was sure that he must've heard it. This was my 16th birthday. This was the day I told Wes that I loved him - hello, using the "L" word is huge, especially considering how long we'd been dating - and now... now it would be even more special.
I walked back to our bedroom first and looked around, frowning. There were no candles, no soft music, I wasn't wearing a pretty lacy thing I'd bought at Victoria's Secret. It was normal... but maybe normal wasn't such a bad thing.
Turning to see Wes coming in after me, I smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. My hair was messed up from making out on the couch with Wes, I was wearing pink jammie bottoms and one of Wes' white button-up shirts that was way too big for me.
The bed wasn't made. My clothes were on the floor on the side. The light was just the bright one that was normally used in the room.
But I saw the pretty blue of Wes' eyes as he looked down at me, and it was all perfect somehow.
"I'm sure," I repeated, holding out a hand to him.
((Open to Wes))