You are Mine,Only Mine novel Chapter 32

I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks and I felt myself leaning in closer to him. He too, was leaning in. My heart started echoing in my ears and it felt like it was going to explode soon. Every problem I had seemed to fade and here sat the golden boy who helped me forget about it. His lips were just a hairs breath away from mine now and I couldn't help but gulp in nervousness. Just mere seconds, I would have those lips for my own.

That's when I heard the piercing, high pitched shriek coming from inside the house, causing me to jump apart from Weston. I scrambled to my feet.

He blinked a couple of times and I giggled nervously. "Jade is a really loud screamer."

Weston avoided eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously too. "That was Jet."

I would've died of laughter by now, but it was kind of an awkward moment. I was so close to kissing those lips! So darn close! Those full and amazing -

No! Don't think like that, I scolded myself.

I backed away slowly, pretending to look at a nonexistent watch on my wrist. "Oh, look at the time! It's getting late! Tell Jade I said congrats! Bye!"

"Yeah, shoot," Weston muttered, trying to find distraction with the stick in his hands. He still avoided eye contact while I again, laughed nervously.

I quickly got in my car and made my way home, trying to ignore the rapid rhythm of my heart.

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Rushing into my room after getting back, I locked the door, hoping Darren would shut up about my meeting with my 'boy friend'. That thought just made me even redder, if possible. I leaned against the white door and clutched my heart - which was still on overdrive, replaying the night I spent with Weston.

I felt like my heart was going to explode soon. What is this feeling? I wasn't supposed to feel this way. I promised myself that!

Fudge balls. This is so not good.

I flopped down on my bed, sighing as I did so. It felt good to finally relax after a long, hot day. My hair was in a high, messy bun and I was already in my pajamas. Wearing those skinny jeans and that flared top was suffocating me the whole day. I took a deep breath, relishing the cold air that left goose bumps on my legs and arms.

Yeah, you probably guessed. We went shopping the whole day. Buying cloth for the dresses, silverware, having a meeting with the caterer and the party designer, purchasing wedding favors, trying food and drinks, and so much more.

My legs were hurting like hell and my body was as stiff as cardboard. I'm sure that when I wake up tomorrow, I'll be sore to the bone. I didn't even want to eat dinner because fatigue was getting in the way. Yep, that's how tired I was.

And no, I did not invite my so - called "boy friend". Besides, I didn't have one. So I pretended that my boy friend spent the day with his father. I don't consider it lying, I was pretending. Those are two different things, right?

Then, my thoughts drifted to Weston. He wasn't my boy friend, but somehow, he came to mind. I involuntarily smiled while I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. He seemed so normal. It seemed like he was just a hormonal teenage boy with problems like everybody else. There seemed to be nothing about him supernatural and scary, even though he was a werewolf. I wonder why he doesn't talk about it often and whenever I ask him about werewolves, he'll answer, but quickly digress.