Chapter Twenty Four

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Wes ~

I spent the rest of the day gathering all of Gracie's favorite things while she met up with one of her classmates to get caught up on the material she missed during class.

The plan was to meet back at my place at 7:00 and I was determined to make it perfect for her. Luckily her favorite things were pretty simple and easy to acquire.

I was going to order her favorite kind of pizza for dinner, I got twizzlers and skittles and downloaded her favorite movie.

To my extreme disappointment, I quickly discovered that Dirty Dancing wasn't porn despite its suggestive title and it looked like a mind numbing chick flick, but I bought it anyway.

Grabbing an extra blanket from the closet, I started to make a soft blanket nest on my bed.

"The hell are you doing?" Blake chuckled as I shuffled through the house.

"Gracie's coming over at 7. We're having a movie night." I answered flatly.

Blake threw his head back and clapped his hands together in amusement.

"Dude you've got it bad." Blake snickered.

"Fuck you, no I don't." I muttered as I brushed past him.

"Its okay to admit that you like this girl." Blake said with a grin.

"Of course I like her, but you're acting like I'm fucking pussy whipped." I snapped.

Blake's eyes flashed with a mischievous look as he proceeded to push past me, opening my bedroom door and motioning inside at my elaborate set up.

"Oh yeah, you're not pussy whipped at all." Blake said sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up. Have you ever considered that this has nothing to do with her pussy and more to do with her feelings? She's had rough day."

Blake's smile only grew wider at my words.

"Are you hearing yourself?"

He's right that was the sappiest bullshit I've ever heard, much less spoken.

I shrugged past Blake and arranged the blanket on my bed, feeling Blake's gaze burning through me.

"You're in love dude." Blake sneered.

"Fuck you, no I'm not." I chuckled.

*****

A few hours later I heard the doorbell ring and practically jumped up off of my bed to answer it.

Gracie was standing on my doorstep with a sweet smile that I hadn't realized I had missed so much. Her long brown hair was scooped up into a messy knot on top of her head with a few pieces that had escaped falling around her face.

"There she is." I said as I opened the door, giving her one of my charming smiles.

"Hi Wes." She said sweetly with the stress of the day still sitting behind her big bright eyes.

"I wasn't sure what to wear so I just went casual." She said, looking down at her leggings and t-shirt.

"You look great. I went casual too if it makes you feel better."

She came inside and I was so damn excited to show off my hard work that I didn't have time for small talk. I took hold of her hand and tugged her toward my bedroom with a little too much excitement on my face.

Gracie gave me a quizzical eyebrow raise which made me realize how suggestive my actions were.

"I know what you're thinking, but that's not why I'm leading you to my bedroom... friend."

I threw in the friend title to reassure her that I remembered our deal but I hated that word a little bit more each time I was forced to say it.

Her big grin made my chest feel warm as I led her down the hall and into my bedroom.

"I got pepperoni pizza waiting in the kitchen, I've got twizzlers, skittles, Fresca to drink - which I had to go to three different fucking stores to find - and more blankets than you can count to lay on and watch Dirty Dancing." 

I had my arm extended and my chest puffed out as if I'd just won a title match, showing off all of my hard work, hoping it would make her smile.

She walked into my room slowly and looked at her favorite snacks and drinks all lined up on my nightstand as she ran a hand over the blanket on my bed.

Shit did I forget something? She hasn't said a word.

"This was really nice, Wes...like really nice. No ones ever done anything this nice for me before." She said in a voice that was thick with emotion.

No ones ever bought you your favorite food or watched your favorite movie with you? Jeez sweetheart these are the basics aren't they?

Her emotional response made my heart swell with joy that I was the first to treat her so well, then hardened with anger because...I was the first to treat her so well.

I couldn't help myself, I took a few steps forward and reached out for her, pulling her into my chest as I wrapped her up in a hug that she desperately needed.

She clung to me for a few seconds, taking what she needed from me until her breathing became more steady and her smile returned.

"You want to get comfy while I get us some pizza?"

"Yes please." She said brightly.

We sat on my bed and ate pizza which was a big deal for me because I don't eat in my bed, but I found myself willing to do all kinds of different things to put a smile on Gracie's face. We ate and talked, swapping funny stories and keeping things light.

Once we had finished I took our plates back to the kitchen and returned to find she had already snuggled down into the plush comforter on my bed as if it was her second home.

I guess she has slept in my bed quite a few times. Which is weird, but...satisfying?

I gave her a smile that seemed to put a little blush on her cheeks, but remembered to keep myself in check.

Friends remember, Wes? Don't fuck this up.

I approached the bed and laid next to her, but did the most friend-like thing I could think of and laid on top of the covers while she laid under them, leaving a barrier of thick fabric between us.

Gracie looked up at me and wrinkled the side of her face in comical confusion.

"What are you doing?" She giggled.

"I'm just uh, trying to stay true to this whole friends thing." I said honestly.

The smile Gracie gave me was warm and endearing.

"I mean it is your bed, you don't have to get my permission to lay in your own bed."  Gracie chuckled.

"When you're in it, I do. Your bed, my bed - consent is consent and I don't want you to ever view me the way Mandy wants you to."

I didn't intend my words to be harsh or to upset her, but her smile faded and I wanted to punch myself in the face for that.

"I don't." She said flatly.

"You don't what?"

"I don't view you that way - the way Mandy describes you. And I made sure she knew that...I maaay have chewed her out in the process."

Gracie raised her brows scrunching her face with a little bit of guilt which may have been the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

"No shit?" I said with a smile that was wider than I intended.

She chuckled under her breath and rolled her eyes, trying to prevent my head from getting any bigger than it already was.

"So all that being said... will you please stop being weird and get under these covers?" She sassed.

"Yes ma'am."

My body sprang to action, moving the comforter and settling down beside her, loving the way she leaned forward, giving me room to get comfortable before leaning against my side.

"Is this okay?" She asked suddenly, obviously worrying if she'd over stepped the dumbass friendship boundary.

"More than okay." I said against her hair, tightening my hold around her for good measure.

I started the movie and watched as an instant smile spread across Gracie's face out of my peripheral vision once the main characters made an appearance.

"The fuck is he wearing?" I muttered, tossing a skittle into my mouth.

"Shhhh!" She sassed playfully, nudging me with her shoulder.

She nestled down against me and I felt her little mouth moving along with every word of the movie as if she'd memorized every single line.

Without thinking, I rested my cheek against her head and pressed my lips against her hair giving her a quick involuntary peck.

Her body stilled and her mouth stopped moving as she shifted in my arms.

Shit...I just fucked up, didn't I?

Gracie lifted her chin so that she could get a better look at my face, leaving her lips dangerously close to mine.

"Sorry." I muttered quietly.

"Why are you sorry?" She asked in a voice barely over a whisper.

She raised her head until her lips were just a few precious centimeters away from mine, close enough to touch - close enough to taste. She was waiting for me to close the space between us as I wrapped my fingers behind her neck, taking hold of the side of her face in my hand.

"Are you sure you want this Gracie? Because I can't go back to being friends after this. I'm going to want you all to myself." I asked in a hushed voice, knowing that if I started kissing her it was unlikely that I'd ever be able to stop.

She inched even closer until her bottom lip brushed against mine.

"I've got enough friends, Wes." She whispered, giving me permission to break down the bullshit friends barrier.

Her chest started pumping beneath my arm as I held her in place and dropped my mouth onto hers. The connection was so electric and visceral, causing her to whimper against my lips as I started to devour her sweet mouth. I tightened my hold on her neck as my tongue searched for hers, darting and pressing against her perfect lips. Her lips instantly parted for me as my tongue swept across her bottom lip, begging for access, wanting to taste her more than I wanted my next breath. The soft velvet feel of her tongue against mine completely undid me as we hissed and gasped for air, deepening our kiss with every pass of our tongues. Her teeth made gently contact with my bottom lip, nibbling at it with the softest pressure that drove my senses fucking insane.

Fuuuck me, this girl can kiss.

I groaned as she gently tugged at my lip before pulling her into my lap completely. She was straddling me as I feasted on her perfect lips, loving the way her soft moans from her throat vibrated against my hands and echoed against my lips.

One of my hands instinctively moved to her hip, taking hold of her with a firm grip that she seemed to enjoy. She was grinding her hips against my hardened length and I was quickly losing myself control, completely lost and intoxicated by her touch, by her scent, by the feel of her body against mine.

Slow the hell down Wes.

I pulled away slowly, breaking our connection and secretly loving the look of disappointment that flashed in her eyes. Her bottom lip was swollen and she swept her tongue across it as if she were inviting me back for more.

Don't tempt me baby, I'm trying to be good here.

"You taste so fucking good." I said in a sultry voice that made her shift her weight in my lap.

"But I wanna take things slow with you Gracie," I said honestly.

"How slow we talking?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest with an adorable pout on her lips.

I couldn't help but smile at her eagerness and felt the same way, but Gracie's experience was limited to the asshole she was engaged to and until recently she thought I was an asshole myself. I wanted to prove it to her, and prove it to myself that I could be a boyfriend. That I could do all the lovey bullshit that came with dating. It was new to me - it was new to her and I wanted to take it slow so I didn't fuck it all up.

"I wanna date you, Grace. I wanna show you how you're supposed to be treated." I said breathlessly, rubbing my thumb back and forth across her cheek.

Her lips curled into a perfect smile as she eyed me cautiously.

"I thought you didn't date?" She sassed.

"You're right, I didn't. Not until you. So I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but I'd be willing to learn for you."

The smile on her lips spread all the way up to her eyes which put warmth in my chest and seemed to feed my soul.

"I think I'd be okay with that." She said sweetly. "But um...I think I'll need a few more kisses to be fully convinced."

Hell yes!

"Yes ma'am." I replied instantly as I pulled her mouth toward mine and pressed my lips against hers.

Is this really happening? Do I really have a girlfriend?

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