  &quot;The perfect person I've been looking for,&quot; he laughed breathily, pasuing. &quot;It's you, Fia. It's always been you.&quot;
      Wes leaned down and captured my lips with his.
      He looped his arms around me. A warmth rushed through my body from his touch, it left me feeling limp as I leaned into him.
      He kissed me softly at first, his lips slowly and gently moving against mine. My hands linked around the back his neck, pulling him further down to me. A soft groan escaped from low in his throat, his hands finding themselves tangled in my hair as he kissed me more intensely, eagerly like we were both aching for more.
      My whole world around me felt like it was spinning, my knees feeling like they would buckle at any moment now.
      Breathlessly, he pulled away from me and leaned his forehead on mine. A smile tugged on his lips, his eyes shining with desire.
    

  &quot;Fia,&quot; A soft voice whispered to me while I was gently being shook. &quot;Love, wake up.&quot;
      I let out a muffled groan as I stirred in my sleep.
      A hand pushed some hair out of my face, the touch gentle and lingering. &quot;Baby. Up and at 'em.&quot;
      I squinted one eye open, the room still dark with no light but the moonlight that was coming through the window. Wes was bent down on the ground in front of me, his hand running through my hair.
      &quot;What are you doing?&quot; I croaked out, my voice horse and raspy. I smiled softly, seeing his eyes light up when they met mine. &quot;It's the middle of the night. Why'd you get up?&quot;
      Wes only grinned at me, raising his eyebrows. I could see the amusement dancing behind his pupils. &quot;I have to show you something. Let's go.&quot;
      &quot;What?&quot; I whined as I swung my legs over the side

  I didn't know how long I had been staring out the window but I couldn't do anything to pull myself back into reality.
      My mind was spinning as I stared at the starry night sky. My thoughts were racing with questions about Wes and Summer, whether they hit it off, if he liked her, if he'll ask her out.
      I hated thinking about it but nothing I did to distract myself was working.
      I was in pure agony. It was torture. It was hell.
      I want to say I'm overreacting but honestly, feelings hurt and feelings suck.
      It just hurts to know that he doesn't see me the way I see him. It hurts that I can't have him. It hurts that I'm going to eventually see him be with someone else.
      I wish I could forget all about these stupid feelings I have for Wes but unfortunately, you cannot pick and chose who you fall for or when.
      I felt pathetic and lousy and like a sad, bummy

&quot;The perfect person I've been looking for,&quot; he laughed breathily, pasuing. &quot;It's you, Fia. It's always been you.&quot;
      Wes leaned down and captured my lips with his.
      He looped his arms around me. A warmth rushed through my body from his touch, it left me feeling limp as I leaned into him.
      He kissed me softly at first, his lips slowly and gently moving against mine. My hands linked around the back his neck, pulling him further down to me. A soft groan escaped from low in his throat, his hands finding themselves tangled in my hair as he kissed me more intensely, eagerly like we were both aching for more.
      My whole world around me felt like it was spinning, my knees feeling like they would buckle at any moment now.
      Breathlessly, he pulled away from me and leaned his forehead on mine. A smile tugged on his lips, his eyes shining with desire.
      I took a deep breath, regaining some oxygen. &quot;You had me going for a spin, Hamilton.&quot

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