True Love Waits

Chapter 662 I’m Sorry

"Not until you tell me what it is," Blair said.

"You're kidding, right? You really don't know? You never did that with Miller?" Wesley asked. He remembered that she and Miller were together for quite a while, and figured they probably tried lots of sexual positions. His hand balled into a fist at the thought of it.

"Miller? What does he have to do with any of this? Why did you have to bring him up? Buzzkill!"

His hand which had been rubbing her lips grabbed her chin. "He ever let you..." And he leaned in close to whisper to her.

Blair got what he meant. That even though her hands were injured, she could use her mouth. Not only was he assuming she and Miller had sex, but was also asking for a blow job.

'Asshole!' Blair found his arm and bit into it.

Wesley didn't make a sound, but the sharp pain made him grit his teeth.

Blair let go. Her teeth weren't sharp enough to draw blood. She shoved his arm away and raged, "Get out!"

Touching the bite mark on his arm tenderly, Wesley asked calmly, "When did you turn into a dog?" She had bitten him more than once.

"I turned into you!" she stormed.

If she wasn't injured, she would have kicked him-hard. Maybe even punched him too.

Wesley was not happy, either. But he could only blame himself. It was his fault that Blair ended up with Miller. If he hadn't turned her down, she wouldn't have gotten engaged to that cheating scumbag. He did have regrets. Every missed opportunity with Blair was a regret.

He took her into his arms ruefully, kissed her hair and apologized, "I'm sorry."

her. "Don't ever talk about that stuff,"

won't. Ever." He stroked her cheek.

air now was affection and romance. There never was

out of my life." After Wesley had beaten

trying to make ties with Blair, even coming to the hospital to take care

offered, "You took care of me previously. Time for me to return the favor."

still recuperating. And your wound reopened in the fight. That must have hurt a

worried about. She didn't have his training, his level of pain tolerance.

his arms as the night

Wesley wasn't there. But Hartwell

pawned off his workload onto his coworkers, so he could spend time with his wife and see

asked. She turned to look

rose from the sofa, walked over and sat on the bed-with Hartwell's help. She was pretty big now. "Bless, you're awake. How're you feeling? Does

"Don't worry. The doctor applied some antibiotic ointment to my wounds. It stung at first, but

to the headboard of the bed and folded

up when she heard that. She was

lunch box on the table, and pulled out the thermos. Turning, he said to her, "A foreigner brought your breakfast. He said he was

"Yeah. That's Orion. We studied

into work. He asked me to tell you he dropped by, and left." "Thanks," Blair

was intrigued. She sensed something more than just a work relationship. "Your boss is so good to you. Tell me, he have a

Was Orion that

Sounds like Wesley has some competition,"

guys wanted to date me. How is this any different?" Blair

And his