Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“What?” he asks, frowning down at her.
“This is your daughter’s house, not yours. You can’t tell her or her guest to get dressed in her own house.”
“The hell I can’t,” Dad growls then looks at Wes. “You think I’m gonna let him sit across from you shirtless while we eat breakfast? Fuck no.”
“You’re so ridiculous.” Mom glares at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Call it what you want, baby,” my dad says, glaring right back at her.
“We’ll be back after we get dressed,” I murmur, pulling a chuckling Wes with me to my room.
“My parents are here,” I whimper, closing the door and pressing my back to the wood, closing my eyes.
“Saw that, babe,” Wes says, and my eyes open and I watch him pull a clean shirt out from the dresser.
“We’re going to have breakfast with my dad and mom.” I tell him something he already knows as I watch him go into the bathroom. I follow behind him, watching as he pulls his toothbrush out of the holder next to mine and begins brushing his teeth. And I wonder how he’s so cool about this.
“Get some pants on.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror and he cups his hand under the flowing water to rinse his mouth. I look around the bathroom. The shower curtain is open, and Wes’ body wash and shampoo are next to mine on the shelf. My eyes go back to him when he puts his toothbrush next to mine in the holder once again. My eyes drop to his clippers, deodorant, and man products that have taken up half the counter, and I shake my head and remind myself to get dressed.
I leave the bathroom and go to the closet. When I open it up, I notice Wes’ clothes have filled up a whole side of my closet, and then my eyes drop to the ground and I see that his boots and sneakers are mixed in with mine on the floor. I grab a pair of sweats then go back to the bathroom, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.
I swallow hard, watching as he pulls his shirt on. “I…uhh…when did we move in together?”
“Babe, get dressed,” he says, ignoring me, and I wonder if I’m thinking too much into it. I pull off my shirt, put on a bra and a tank top, and then slip on my sweats before brushing my teeth. When I come out of the bathroom, Wes is completely dressed and sitting on the side of the bed.
“Are you okay?” I ask, going to stand in front of him. He tugs me forward until my hips are settled between his then slides his hands up my tank, running along the skin of my sides.
“Whatever happens out there doesn’t effect what we have. When your parents go home, we will still be us, and nothing will change that.”
I lean in, and press a kiss to his lips.
“You ready?” I lick my lips and nod, he takes my hand, leading me out of the room towards the kitchen, where I hear my parents talking.
When we walk around the corner, I see my mom at the stove and my dad standing at her back with his arms around her. I clear my throat then tug Wes’ hand when their eyes come to us.
“Dad, I would like you to meet Wes Silver. Wes, this is my dad, Asher Mayson,” I introduce them.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Wes says, and my dad’s eyes narrow and I hold my breath, almost afraid to watch.
“You military?” my dad asks, and Wes nods.
“Eight years in the Navy SEALs.”
My dad grunts then shakes his head. “Marines,” he says pointing to himself, then takes Wes’ hand and gives it a firm shake. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and go to my mom’s side to kiss her head then wrap my arm around her shoulders.
“Told you everything would be okay, honey,” my mom whispers softly, giving me a squeeze. I smile and walk to my dad’s side and slip under his arm as he talks with Wes. He kisses my hairline and I hug his waist then slide from his grasp and go to Wes, wrapping my arms around him and resting my cheek on his chest. I stand there until my mom finishes making her famous breakfast of French toast, and we all move to sit around the table. “You guys should come over for dinner this weekend,” my dad suggests as we walk my parents to the front door.
“Got some stuff going on this weekend,” Wes says, and I look at him and frown; he hasn’t said anything to me. “Should be able to work something out for next week though.”
My dad nods and pats his shoulder then looks at me. “I know you guys are together, but I don’t want to be a grandfather yet, so make sure you’re being careful.”