Chapter 21 Dinner With The Devil

I was putting on a little bit of makeup as I got ready for the late lunch we were headed out to where we would meet up with Mirah and Adam. Wes walked out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel hanging loosely on his waist. He used another towel to ruffle through his hair, drying it up faster. I sucked in my lips, continuing to stare at myself in the mirror in a weak attempt to keep my eyes off of Wes's very toned and perfect upper body. "Hey, I'm confident. No need to avoid looking, love." Wes smirked at me as I looked at him through my vanity mirror. I rolled my eyes. "Put some clothes on before someone walks in and gets the wrong idea." Wes quirked an eyebrow, his eyes dancing with amusement. He walked up behind me as he put the towel he was holding around his shoulders. He stood directly behind me, looking at me in the mirror. His body was so close to mine I could feel his body heat radiating off him and onto me.