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."

stuff,"

He stroked her cheek. "Don't see Miller

the air now was affection and romance. There never was a

Wesley had beaten up Miller, the family cut contact with her. And she was

had been trying to make ties with Blair,

previously. Time for

You're still recuperating. And your wound reopened in the fight. That must have hurt a lot." Her hand

of pain tolerance. She was probably in a lot of pain. And when he thought of that,

asleep in his arms as the night wore

when she woke up, Wesley wasn't there. But Hartwell and Joslyn were, sitting in

Hartwell had pawned off his workload onto his coworkers, so

She turned to look out the window with

on the bed-with Hartwell's help. She was pretty big now. "Bless,

Joslyn's swollen belly. "Don't worry. The doctor applied some

walked to the headboard of the bed

she heard that.

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

it was. "Yeah. That's Orion. We studied together in London. Now he's

called into work. He asked me to

a work relationship. "Your boss is so good to you.

eye. Was Orion that obvious? "Yeah," she said. "Nothing gets past

Wesley has some competition," Joslyn

lot of guys wanted to date me.

And his wallet's