I sputtered, but I couldn’t get any words to come out.
“Not helping, Mother,” Wes warned.
She laughed. “Like you two aren’t going to be married eventually. Give me a break. I see the pink in your aura, Julian Thomas. Love is not far off.”
I felt like my head was spinning. Too much information, too many topic changes, too much generosity. I started breathing heavy and fast. Panic welled in my gut, and I couldn’t swallow it. What the hell was going on? I couldn’t get a handle on my emotions, my thoughts, or anything else.
Wes kissed me. Long and slow and deep. I clung to him, kissing him back as hard as I could. He was the only real thing right now. I could feel his solidness and warmth under my hands and mouth. I could breathe him in. He was mine, and he wanted me. Everything else just didn’t matter.
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