Grant started the fire for us on the beach with Weston. Riley and I were inside opening beers for all of us, so far this little get together was going really well. Weston was getting along with Grant and Riley.
“He’s really attentive towards you.” Riley says to me as we are waiting for the fire to get bigger. It was cold this evening for LA.
“Is he?” I ask as I sip my beer.
“That man cannot keep his eyes off of you for longer than ten seconds.” I was feeling a lot of anxiety tonight, while Weston couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, I couldn’t look at him. I don’t know what was causing my anxiety, I wasn’t usually like this.
“I don’t know if I’m ready to date just yet.” I admit to Riley, she turns her head towards me, and I think she notices the panic in my eyes.
“If you’re not ready, then you’re not ready. That’s fine. I’ll stop pushing the topic.” Riley says.
“I thought I was ready, but I just have all these racing thoughts when I think about dating. When was the last time I was in a real relationship? Even when I was in relationships, I never really invested in them because I knew they were doomed from the sta-” Riley grabs my shoulders.
“Hanna, you’re fine. No one is asking you to do anything you’re not ready for. If Weston is the guy for you, he will completely understand.” Riley pulls me into the tightest hug and I find myself calming down.
“You’re right.” I say as I take very deep breaths.
“Oh, what the fuck are they doing here?” Riley wasn’t a person to swear, so I pulled away and turned around before she could stop me.
Adam, Oliver’s friend, was talking to Weston. Oliver was also there talking to Grant. Well, my anxiety just got worse.
“Did you invite them?” Riley asks me.
I shake my head. “No. I don’t know how they knew what was happening tonight.” I saw Oliver starting to walk towards Weston and I booked it outside.
I slid open the doors and listened to their conversation. “Hey man, you must be Weston.” Oliver says to him.
They shake hands. “Yeah, you’re the guy I punched on New Years, right?” Oliver laughs.
“Yup, that’s me. You have a hell of a fist, I had a cut on my face right where you hit me.”
I decide to cut off the conversation right there. I didn’t need them mingling. “Oliver, this is the third time you have shown up to my apartment uninvited. What are you doing here?” I could feel Riley right behind me.
Oliver and Weston both turned towards me. “Well, if you answered my texts then I wouldn’t have to show up uninvited.” Then he has the audacity to look at Weston and ask him, “Does she also not answer your texts, Weston?”
Before I could say anything else, Weston answered his question. “I’ve never had a problem with her response times to me.” He turned to me. “I invited Adam, he asked if he could bring a friend and I said yes.” Weston had asked me if it was okay if he invited another person, and I had told him it was fine. I could sense that now he regretted what he had done.
“It’s fine. The more the merrier, right? I’m gonna go get a sweater.” I put a fake smile on my face. I quickly turned around and walked back inside. I just needed to calm myself down, all Oliver did was rile me up.
“Oliver, leave her alone, she just needs to calm down.” I heard Riley say as I closed the door. I went into my room and I heard someone open the sliding door. I just assumed it was Riley.
“I’m fine! You can go back out.” I opened one of my drawers and pulled out a hoodie.
“It’s me.” I turn around as soon as I hear Weston’s voice. Weston is in my room. “I just wanted to apologize.”
“Weston, you have nothing to apologize for.” I go and sit on my bed. I am so glad I cleaned my room and made my bed, it usually was in a disastrous state.
He sits next to me. “Are you alright, Hanna?” He asks me.
His blue eyes were hard not to stare at. Weston in a T-shirt was a sight I liked to see, I swear he looked good in everything.
“Why do you ask?” I ask him.
“I can sense you hiding a part of yourself. The worried looks Riley gives you sometimes makes me think something more is going on.” I sigh. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”
I shake my head. “It’s a long and sad story, Weston. My life is a sad story, and I don’t want sympathy.” It was the truth. “I like you, probably more than I should. But my life is a mess, and I feel like I should clean it up first before inviting anyone else into it, you know?”
“I do know.” He says. “I like you, too. A little bit of mess isn’t going to deter me, I can wait.”
My heart was full with his words.
I spoke before I could stop myself. “You should kiss me, Weston.” He didn’t even hesitate. His mouth was on mine before I could take a deep breath.
His beard was prickling my skin, it felt really good. His lips were soft, his mouth tasted of beer, as did mine, but his had a hint of cinnamon. Weston’s hands were on my neck, just pulling me in closer.
Then he pulled away. I was completely out of breath and he was panting. Then he smirked at me.
“I’ll be right out.” I say to him. I now needed a moment to recuperate from that kiss. It was probably the hottest kiss I’ve ever received.
“I’ll be waiting.” He winks at me and walks out. I fall back on my bed just replaying the kiss. I could still feel his lips on me, and where his beard brushed up on me.
What am I doing?
Oliver pulled me aside at the end of our bonfire. Weston had gone inside to get another beer, and he took his opportunity to talk to me.
“Is there something going on between Weston and you?” I shake my head.
Technically there wasn’t. “No. He’s my friend. I already told you that before.” He rolls his eyes at me.
“Hanna, if there is, just make sure he knows he just joined a competition for you because I am not backing down.”
“Oliver, I am not some prize you two can just compete for.” I was really annoyed by this god damn conversation.
“You’re the best damn prize anyone could win, Hanna. Just know I’m not backing down, and I always win.” And with that he left.
What am I getting myself into?