Page 214 of The Friend Situation

“Great.” I squeeze my thighs together.

He smirks, his brow lifting. “That’s what I like to hear.”

I set the coffee down on the bedside table, then slide the comforter down, showing him I’m still naked. With a lifted brow, he slides his hand down my stomach and between my legs. His fingers trace down my slit, brushing against me. A moan nearly escapes me, but I bite my lips to stifle the sound.

“Wes,” I whisper, knowing my grandmother is awake.

“Mmhmm?” he asks, teasing my clit.

As my mouth falls open, I spread my legs wider for him. “Fuck.”

He slides a digit inside of me, and I’m so needy as he quickly works me to the edge. Right before I lose myself, he pulls away, placing his finger into his mouth and sucking it clean.

“The next woman I make come will be my wife.” He stands, smirking.

“Weston, finish what you started,” I say.

He kisses me. “It will be worth it, I promise.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him back to me. “Already miss you.”

“I’ll see you later today,” he explains.

Sadness sweeps over me, and he returns to me, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“If you keep looking at me like it might be the last time you see me, I’ll never be able to leave.”

“Can’t help it. Especially after last night.”

He pulls me into a hug. “I’ll be with Brody, and he’s like a cat. He’s always watching, and he has nine lives.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I guess the next time I see you, we’ll be tying the knot?”

“That’s right, gorgeous. And I can’t fucking wait for it to be official. See you soon.”

Weston steals another kiss before he leaves me.

I fall back on the bed and sigh, wearing a smile.

Today, I’m marrying Weston Calloway.

After I drink my cup of coffee, I get dressed. The smell of freshly baked cookies floats through the house, and I follow it to the kitchen. Lexi and Mawmaw are sitting at the table, laughing.

“There you are!” Mawmaw says, her eyes lighting up with happiness that makes me feel instantly at home. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, after I fell asleep,” I admit.

“I was just asking Lexi about the pregnancy,” she adds, a knowing smile on her face.

“Oh.” I move toward them. “Sorry, Lex. I only told her because sh?—”

“It’s fine,” she reassures me. “Now, come on. I have something to show you.”

I follow her to the living room and see several garment bags folded over the back of the couch.

“What’s this?” I ask.

“Wedding dresses,” Lexi explains, moving toward them with excitement. “Billie and Harper brought them, just in case.”

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