Chapter 31 Coming to An End

The wedding ceremony went by smoothly, everything being beautiful. Now we were sitting at the reception, the night being nearly over.

"You're really heading back tomorrow morning?" Sage frowned.

I sighed, nodding. "I want to get back before classes start to prepare beforehand."

Sage rolled her eyes playfully. "You work too hard, Fi."

I grinned at her just as Wes walked over, taking a seat at the table beside me. He placed his hand over top of mine, smiling at me. "Your speech was amazing."

I scrunched up my nose. "It was the least I could do. You helped me a lot with your advice. I made some minor additions last minute."

Wes quirked an eyebrow, "You did?"

I nodded, pursing my lips. "I had a small heart to heart with Mirah. I guess the timing was perfect."

"That's good. You sure you want to head out so early tomorrow?"

"I'm telling you, you guys should stay. We can hang out." Stefan gave me a pointed look, trying to persuade me with his eyes.

"I don't think I can stay here much longer," I shook my head softly, looking down at my lap. "I think I could use some down time before classes start and the campus is filled up again."

"I'm fine with that," Wes grinned at me, sending me a suggestive look. In response, I rolled my eyes at him.

"Fine," Sage sighed dramatically. "Promise me we'll make plans for the spring break."

I smiled. "Of course we will, preferably just not here."

"Hey, I would like to be included," Stefan leaned forward. "Wes will be coming along too, right? I could use another bro while you two are busy shopping the hills."

I glanced at Wes, confusion dancing across my face. Obviously after we left we would go back to being friends, solely, without having to play pretend.

Wes looked past me at Stefan, nodding his head with a grin on his face. "Of course, man. I'd love to... if Fia will have me."

I let out a sharp breath, my heart skipping a beat. I didn't know if he was just saying so for show or if he was being serious about joining me again. "Can't go anywhere without my baby."

Wes squeezed my hand softly, a bright glint in his eyes.

Sage scrunched up her nose. "I better get a boyfriend before then, in that case. I can't deal with all this lovey shit."

I laughed, shaking my head at her. "We'll find you someone. I told you some of the groomsmen aren't too shabby."

Wes quirked an eyebrow, amusement flashing across his face. "What was that?"

I nudged him softly. "Shut up. You know you're the only one in the room I have my eye on."

"Is that so?" His tone was challenging, amused. He spoke as if there was nobody else here but us, his gaze pointed at me.

I narrowed my eyes, sucking in my bottom lip. "You know it, charming."

Wes smirked, chuckling softly. "Consider me flattered, love."

Sage made a gagging sound as she stood up. "I need another a drink," she pointed at Wes and I, her eyes narrowed. "And you two need a room." She shot me a cheeky grin as she walked off towards the bar.

Wes exhaled slowly, holding his hand out to me as he started to stand up. "Care to join me for a dance, beautiful?"

I bit down on my lip, my face flushing as I stood and took his hand, allowing him to guide me to the dance floor. A slow song started playing as others gathered on the floor to dance.

Wes placed his arms around my waist while I linked my arms around his neck. "Are we getting shy now?" Wes stepped closer to me, pulling me right into him so I fell into his chest.

I gave him a pointed look. "Fine, if it's our last night being a couple, may as well forget about personal space bubbles."

Wes chuckled deeply, giving me a questioning look. "Are we talking about personal space now? I don't think we've had that in a while, sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes playfully, sighing as I started to sway with him. I leaned my head down on his chest, allow him to hold me. I felt secure and safe in his arms, never wanting to be anywhere else. That was a feeling I would quickly need to get over.

He nuzzled his head into my hair, sighing softly. "I've had an incredible time being your boyfriend, love."

I was glad he couldn't see my face right now because the heat rising to my cheeks told me I was surely bright red right now. "I had an incredible time being your girlfriend, Mr.Hamilton."

Wes laughed, his chest rumbling slightly. "If only it didn't have to end."

My eyebrows pulled together as I lifted my head and looked at him. "What was that?"

Wes shook his head, looking past me. A small smile remained etched on his face. "Nothing."

I leaned into Wes, not wanting this to end. Just dancing with him, swaying along to the music with no worry in the world. Both of us more connected than ever, my heart racing inhumanly and whole body feeling like it was tingling and filled with electricity.

Knowing we would be back on the road tomorrow, heading back to our normal lives that consisted of coffee outings where I would scout out dates for him to go on only made me want to stay here and dance with him forever.

"What's going on in the pretty little head of yours?"

I looked up to lock gazes with Wes, his eyes reflecting admiration as he peered at me.

"I'm just thinking about being back on campus tomorrow, everything changing."

Wes nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off mine. "I'm surprised you sound so disappointed. You going to miss this fake relationship, Fi?"

I rolled my eyes playfully at his ego but inside, I was melting. I was indeed going to miss this fake relationship. It had all been so perfect, being here with Wes. I think I would actually miss it.

"Don't let it get to your head but yes, Wes. I'll admit, you made a pretty fine boyfriend."

Wes's lip twitched up in a smile as he exhaled shakily. "Don't tell me you're smitten, Romero."

I narrowed my eyes, giving him an unamused look. I sure as hell was more than smitten. "I'm just surprised that you turned out to be the best boyfriend I've had, despite being a fake one. Don't act so surprised now. Maybe if you didn't spend so long believing that committing was boring, you would see yourself how good of a boyfriend you would have made to someone."

Wes peered at me, his eyes warm. A look of surprise crossed his face. "Maybe it's time to change things, in that case."

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Change things?"

Wes shrugged softly, smiling down at me. "You know, giving an actual relationship a try instead of going on endless dates with women I cannot tolerate."

I quirked an eyebrow, not being able to hide the surprise on my face. My chest bubbled at the idea. Wes was actually willing to settle down, something he was strongly against when we first met. "So you're back on the lookout for the perfect one."

Wes bit down on his lip, pausing for a moment. "I may have already foun-"

Wes was cut off when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned my head to see Sage. "Hey, Mirah needs you for some sister pictures."

I nodded quickly. "Okay." I started to pull away from Wes when he held onto my wrist and pulled me back into him. Sage had already walked off.

"Wh-"

I was cut off when Wes cupped my face and placed his lips on mine. He kissed me much more eagerly than the last two kisses we shared. I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around him as our lips danced together.

He kissed me like he wanted to be kissed. No boy had ever kissed me like this, soft and hot and breathy. We shared one breath, one timeless moment filled with passion.

The heat rose to my cheeks as my tongue momentarily danced with his. The kiss was firm and determined and made my whole body feel like it was going to collapse to the ground.

Wes slowly pulled away from me, our lips detaching gently. I was breathless, completely out of air as I looked up at him. "What was that for?" I exhaled.

A look of longing and affection flashed across his eyes. He smiled ever so slightly, looking just as flushed as I was. "One last kiss before it all ends."

I let out a shaky breath, my lips till tingling. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I slowly backed away from him, too stunned to speak.

I turned and headed towards my sister and the photographers, my hand subconsciously reaching up to touch my trembling and prickling lips. I already missed the feeling of him holding me while our lips danced together.

Why did that feel like a goodbye kiss?