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."

he said to her. "Don't ever talk about that stuff," she snorted. She had never had sex with

her cheek. "Don't see

of his apology, her anger vanished. What wafted in the air now was affection and romance. There never

I don't even talk to him. He's out of my life." After Wesley had beaten up Miller, the family cut contact with her. And she was just

didn't. He thought of Orion, who had been trying to make ties with Blair, even coming to the hospital to take care of her, and

her hand, he offered, "You took care of me previously. Time for me to return

the

hurt." He was used to all kinds of injuries. It was her he was worried about. She didn't have his training, his level of pain tolerance. She was probably in a lot of pain. And when he thought of that, he had a sobering thought. She was hurting because of

arms as the night

she woke up, Wesley wasn't there. But Hartwell and Joslyn

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

asked. She turned to look

bed-with Hartwell's help. She was pretty big now. "Bless, you're awake. How're you feeling? Does it still

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

bed, Hartwell walked to the headboard of the bed and folded

she heard that. She was hungry. "Okay,"

out the thermos. Turning, he said to her, "A foreigner

knew who it was. "Yeah. That's Orion. We studied

stay, but he got called into work. He asked me to tell you he dropped by, and left."

She sensed something more than just a work relationship. "Your boss is so

eye. Was Orion that obvious? "Yeah,"

Sounds like Wesley has

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

Orion is a hottie. And his wallet's fat,"