(WESLEY)
I scowl. "Justin is just a friend. I already told you."
"You told me a lot of things, Wes. And most of them are lies." He turns to face away from me.
I hurry around him so that he can stop walking or run into me. "Jericho, why are we here? In this room staying together? Why?"
"Would you rather I take you straight to Sasha, huh?" He is trying so hard to be mad, cold and angry. But he can't stop looking at my lips.
I move closer to him and he stiffens. "No, of course not. I don't want to fight with you. I missed you, Jericho. Didn't you miss me?"
He shakes his head.
"If that were true, then you wouldn't be so mad at me. I move even closer. "Touch me, Jericho. Please. I want you to."
A shudder ripples through him and he lets out a shaky breath. "You've already done enough damage, Wesley. Stop."
"I don't want to damage you. I…I" I whisper, sliding my arms around him. "I want to heal you. Let me."
