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."

was apologizing for what he said to her. "Don't ever talk about that stuff," she snorted. She had never had sex with Miller. They

stroked her cheek. "Don't see

his apology, her anger vanished. What wafted in the air now was

my life." After Wesley had beaten up Miller, the

trying to make ties with Blair, even

me previously. Time for me to return the favor." Until she

recuperating. And your wound reopened in the fight. That must have hurt a lot." Her hand brushed across

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

his arms

Wesley wasn't there. But

coworkers, so he could spend time with his wife and

Blair asked. She turned to look out the window with bleary eyes. It was light

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

her head with a smile. She held out a hand to stroke Joslyn's swollen belly. "Don't worry.

settling Joslyn on the bed, Hartwell walked to the headboard of the bed and folded the bed up. "You must be hungry. I'll heat up your

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

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

Orion. We studied together in

but he got called into work. He asked me to tell you he dropped

more than just a work relationship. "Your boss is so good to you. Tell me, he have a thing for

keen eye. Was Orion that obvious? "Yeah,"

Wesley has some

date me. How is

a hottie. And his wallet's fat,"