[Wesley's POV]

She instantly lit up when she saw me but the sparkle in her dark eyes did nothing to calm my mood. I couldn't even appreciate that she looked much better than the night she was unconscious in the hospital.

"Wesley!" She tried to come in for a hug but I stopped her.

"You met with my mother." Her face instantly dropped, and she gulped.

"Yes." It was a whisper and she was already cowering away from me. A part of me was hoping Dana was making this up, that she had shot up so much crack that she had hallucinated the whole conversation.

But then again her description of River was too spot-on. When she said River reached out to her and that they had met, I instantly called her a liar. So, Dana gave me a detailed description of her and the conversation they had. 'I swear Wesley. River. Tall petty girl, curly hair. Big eyes'

That was my River all right. The sneaky little minx! Maybe I didn't know her as well as I thought I did. I couldn't believe she had gone behind my back and contacted my mother! A woman I wasn't even in contact with!

"Why?"

God knows I was trying my best not to yell at her. River hated when I yelled and got snappy with her, and I hated making her cry. So as a compromise, I was trying to work on my tone whenever we got into it, but right now? I saw so mad, that I couldn't even regulate my breathing.

"Please don't be mad." She pleaded but we were past that. I wanted answers.

"Answer the fucking question River!" I snapped

"River? Is everything ok?" We had backed so far into the inn, I saw Kevin for the first time. His eyes darted between River and me. I looked back at River, her eyes were glossy.

"What the fuck is he doing here?"

"He came over to check up on me." She said defensively. The thought of her crying in his arms made my blood boil even further. Not only was she sneaking behind my back with my mom, but she was also doing it with another man as well.

"Get out." I couldn't break eye contact with River but he knew I was speaking to him.

"I don't know if it's safe to." He said standing his ground.

What the fuck does that mean? And then it dawned on me...he thought I was going to hurt River. Everything about this situation was fanning the flames of my anger. I had to take a deep breath because there was no way this idiot thought that I was hitting River.

"You tryna play the hero with my girl?" I turned to him. He wanted my attention? Well he was going to get it. River gripped my arm pulling me back. "I could snap your neck for even insinuating I'd hurt her."

"Kevin please leave." River pleaded next to me.

"You better listen to her lover boy, before things get ugly."

He didn't move. He just stared at me so River pleaded with him again. This time he nodded and my eyes followed him until the door closed behind him.

I looked back at River and I could see she was sorry, but my reasoning capacity went out the window.

"Didn't I tell you that it's just me?"

"Wesley." She stepped back, tears rolling down her face. "If you knew how much I love you, you wouldn't say that."

If I wasn't so mad, her admission of her love for me would've filled my heart with pure joy. This was the first time I was hearing her say that she loved me. It would've put me on cloud nine, instead her deceitful actions were anchoring me to the ground.

"If you love me, why would you go behind my back like this?! My mother, River?!"

"Because I was worried about you! Daniel was threatening to-"

"I don't give a shit what Daniel was threatening to do! You contacted my mother behind my back to snoop about something I told you to drop! Not only that but you put your life at risk!"

When I heard River was jumped by a couple of druggies my heart stopped. The worst part of this all was that I could've lost her. Forever.

"What else was I supposed to do?!" She was full-on crying now.

"Come to me!"

"How?! When you were so hostile when I asked you why you were back? It felt like you were living a double life!"

"Don't tell me about double lives, Madam Momus!"

"I'm sorry Wesley! I was just worried about you!" She came to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I tried to ply them off but she only held on tight. "I'm sorry."

The way she was looking up at me with her eyes filled with tears pulled at my heart strings. I was mad but I was also in love with this woman. My brain wanted to call it quits, my heart wanted to pull her close.

My heart won. I grabbed her face and kissed her, roughly. Just because I loved her didn't make the anger go away, in fact, I wanted to make her understand how angry I was the only way I knew how to communicate.

I could taste the saltiness of her tears. She broke the kiss, and whispered how sorry she was but I was done talking. I gripped a fist full of hair at the base of her neck to hold her still and continued my assault on her lips.

She was whimpering, slowly walking us back to the couch. I pushed her down. Her eyes were slightly red from crying but she was still so beautiful.

"Wesley, I didn't know what else to do." She rambled on while I undid my pants and she took off her underwear. When she was taking too long I pulled them off her impossibly long legs. She hooked her fingers onto the waistband of my jeans, pulling me on top of her. Then she reached into my pants and wrapped her hand around my erection.

It's a weird thing when the woman of your desires is also the object of your frustration.

"I'm so...so sorry baby." She whispered in my ear, stroking me. She kept repeating her apology until it lost its meaning. I was losing my grip on my anger, for a moment I forgot that she had betrayed me. She guided me into her slick heat and we both moaned at our union.

River thought we didn't know each other enough but she was wrong. I knew her like the back of my hand because I paid attention to every little detail.

I knew she didn't eat chips because she hated getting crumbs on her fingers. I knew she hated her teeth because she always put her hand in front of her mouth when she laughed. I knew she was afraid of lighting a match because she'd always ask me to do it. I knew she loved riding passenger in my car because she always tagged along when I had errands. Even when she had a ton of shit to do. But most importantly, I knew her love language was physical touch.

She always had her hands on me, and wanted me to have my hands on her. Whenever we made love she used her hands to roam all over me, and pull me in closer. Like she was doing right now. One hand slid down my back, the other went into my hair.

She needed to know this wasn't for her, so I gripped both her hands and pinned them above her head. She tugged, trying to free her hands.

"Wesley!" She couldn't say much between her moans but I knew she was pleading with me not to do this. She rocked her hips both trying to meet my thrusts and trying to bring herself closer to me. I placed my other hand on her stomach, pinning her down.

"Wes..." She pleaded with me again, a fresh set of tears building up in her eyes. I couldn't look at her, she was so beautiful it hurt. I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in. Concentrating on what it feels like to be buried within her.

Because this was the last time.

I felt her begin to shake, her leg coming around my waist and pulling me closer to her. I tried to ignore the built-up in me, trying to extend this but when she started pulsating around me, I came.

The explosiveness of our fucking had me seeing when I closed my eyes.

As my heart rate slowed and my brain was functioning again, I placed a soft kiss on her neck before whispering that we were done. I let her hands go and pulled out.

I got off the couch and zipped myself up and she pulled her panties back on. She was crying so much, that she was hiccupping.

"Wesley wait, we need to talk." I turned my back to her, if I looked at her I would drown in those eyes.

"I have nothing to say." I could hear her footsteps behind me as I made my way to the door. I stopped dead in my tracks when a mug went whistling past my ear and crashed into the wall ahead of me.

"I should've listened to everyone, who ever warned me about you!"

I spun around to face her. "Don't make this about me!"

"Isn't it?! I wouldn't have done what I did if you were just honest with me Wesley, are you seriously breaking up with me because I care?!"

I didn't know what to say to that because this, this relationship, these feelings for her, weren't supposed to get to this point. Hell, I was only supposed to be here for a short term. Besides that, if we were being honest with each other. We were different. Too different. She was a small-town girl, who wanted a family and a white picket fence that wasn't too far from her mother. I can't give her that, I don't know if I want to give her that. She had an emotional maturity I could never match. 

This was fun when it was just me and her fooling around, having fun. Something about her poking into my past and my relationship with my mother popped our bubble of euphoria. She's opened this pandora of feelings and childhood traumas.

And she expected me to deal with it. 'Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you be honest with me?' Whenever we argued she'd ask me these questions and I never had an answer. Just like her name, she had brought in an overflow of emotion in me. With her, I felt like I was standing against a current of emotions. Rapids of water was moving toward me and I didn't know how to deal with them. I felt like I was seconds away from drowning.

I don't know what she took from my silence but I watched her shoulders drop. It was like the weight of what was happening between us had just landed. Her eyes glossed over again.

"Were you ever going to tell me that you were leaving?"

"I am now."