The rest of the week passes quickly between Wyatt helping me with math, his shifts at Drench, his workouts, and the time we spend in bed exploring each other. I'm not even close to being ready to go back to the dorms tomorrow or to share him with everyone else. We've been in our own little bubble this week and frankly, having to be a couple around everyone else freaks me out. There's sure to be lots of teasing and I know for a fact Clay and Emmett will have plenty of lewd comments about our time alone. Not to mention, I'll have to put up with Clay if I'm planning on spending any amount of time here. He's funny at times, but usually he's a pretty big jerk, teasing everyone and turning practically everything anyone says into something sexual. I don't even want to think about how unbearable Scarlett will be over this. I'm sure she'll think that she's the sole reason Wyatt and I got together, and she'll make my life miserable with her "I told you so's".
"Aren't you supposed to be studying?" Wyatt asks from behind me. He startles me and I whirl around in his desk chair with a hand clutched to my chest.
"Jesus Christ Wyatt, hasn't anyone ever told you not to scare your girlfriend half to death?"
I'm glaring at him, but it doesn't faze Wyatt at all. He walks over and pulls me up out of his chair to wrap his arms around me. My stiff posture lasts about half a second before I relax into him; I slide my arms around his waist to hug him tightly.
Kissing the top of my head, he says, 'Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you; you just looked like you were miles away. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
"Nothing," I mutter, burying my face in his chest so that he doesn't see the pleased blush on my cheeks. I'm not used to the compliments he gives me yet and each time he says something sweet it embarrasses me. Scarlett's going to get a huge kick out of this nicer version of myself.
Wyatt doesn't say anything; he just waits for me to come clean with what I'm thinking, so finally, with a sigh, I tell him. "I'm just thinking about what it's going to be like tomorrow when everyone comes back. Everything will change, and I'll have to share you."
His arms tighten around me in reassurance. "Things don't have to change just because everyone is coming back. Them being here doesn't mean we can't be together does it?"I can hear the uncertainty in his question, and want to kick myself for not explaining what I meant.
"No! That's not what I meant, Wyatt. It's just..." I trail off, trying to gather my thoughts before continuing, "Our roommates will all be home tomorrow, along with Max, Annabelle and Scarlett. Things will just be different."
Pulling back to gaze down at me, Wyatt frowns, "Different how?"
"Just different! You'll still be here; I'll be at the dorm. Classes start back Monday which means I won't see you as much, it just won't be the same as it is right now." I sound like the boy-dependent girls I can't stand. The ones who change their lives for whoever they are with, but I'm beginning to understand why they do it. Thinking about everyone returning to school makes me want to hole up in Wyatt's room and never leave. I'm worried that once everyone comes back Wyatt won't need me anymore.
Wyatt stiffens against me, and I realize that I just said that last sentence out loud. Before I can defend what I said, he drops his arms from around me and backs up. His eyes are wounded, and the fact that I'm the one that put that emotion there makes my chest hurt.
"Is that what you think? That I've been with you this week because I was lonely? That I took you to meet my family, who I never take anyone to meet, because I was bored?" His voice is incredulous, and rising with every word. "Goddammit Peyton! I've been chasing you for weeks! This isn't just a way to entertain myself." He runs both hands through his hair, pressing his palms against the side of his head before taking a deep breath, he shouts, "I'm in love with you!"
I can only stare at him in shock, my jaw practically hitting the floor. He said he loved me the first night we slept together, but I figured it was just a reflex. You know, sleep with a girl, and tell her you love her, even if you don't mean it. I tried to just pretend it didn't happen because I didn't want to know for sure that he didn't mean it. My moment of silence costs me, because I stare at him dumbly, until finally he turns on his heel and walks out of the room without another word, slamming the door behind him. The sound of the door slamming shut snaps me out of my stupor and I take off after Wyatt, terrified of what's going to happen next. I don't have to go far, because Wyatt's standing at the sliding glass door, one hand on either side of frame, with his forehead resting against the glass. He looks defeated, and I have no idea how to make this better.
Unable to help myself, I rush over to him, squeezing between the glass and his body to wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I whisper over and over, wanting nothing more than to redo the last thirty minutes. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded."
Wyatt steps back, removing my arms and letting them drop to my sides. Raising an eyebrow he crosses his arms over his chest, making his t-shirt stretch across his shoulders and pecs in the most delicious way and drawing my eyes down to them. He clears his throat and my eyes fly back up to meet his. He's smirking at me, but it doesn't last long. "Then how did you mean it Peyton?" he asks, the disbelief in his voice obvious.
"I wasn't trying to say you were bored," I say with a sigh, knotting my fingers together in front of me. "It's just, you're popular, everybody likes you, and I'm the bitch no one wants to be around. You could have your pick of any girl on campus, so why would you put up with my shit?" The knot in my throat makes it hard to speak, it's taking everything I have not to break down and cry. I've got to make him understand that this is about me, not him. For all my bitchiness, I'm really just a girl who's desperate for love, for someone to give a shit and put me first. Of course I'm fucking everything up and not making anything clear to him.
Wyatt still looks upset, but he no longer looks like he's trying to decide between throttling me or throwing me out of his apartment. That makes me a little braver, and I tell him, "I just don't want to lose you, and I'm terrified that once everyone comes home you'll realize that you don't want me anymore." Glancing up to see him watching me, his expression softer, more accepting, I blurt out, "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you, so that would kill me."
Finally, one side of Wyatt's mouth curls up in a grin and he starts towards me. "You're pretty sure? Or you are sure?"
I sigh in relief, "I'm sure. Absolutely, positively, 100% certain that I'm in love --" Wyatt's mouth on mine cuts me off as he presses me into the glass door. Wrapping his arms around me, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist automatically. He kisses me like it's the last time he's ever going to kiss me, his tongue tasting every single part of my mouth.
"You make me so damn crazy," he says around my lips before wrapping his hands in my hair and pulling my mouth to his again. My hands are gripping his shirt, trying to pull him even closer to me. I don't ever want this to end. I have no idea how long we stay like this, kissing each other almost desperately, but finally Wyatt's hands let go of my hair, traveling down my back to grip my ass. Once he has a good hold on me, he carries me back to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and laying me down on the bed. He slowly undresses me before shedding his own clothes and climbing on top of me. I'm more than ready for him, and after sliding the condom over his erection, his eyes meet mine, silently asking if it's okay before he slams inside of me hard and holds himself still, buried deep inside as he allows me to get used to his size before he really starts to move.
It's different this time, Wyatt is less controlled and it feels more urgent than it did before. Gone is the sweet, gently lover from the previous times we've had sex. This time, Wyatt's more focused and it's like he's trying to claim me. I can feel myself climbing, getting closer to the edge and the longer he thrusts, the more erratic he gets so I can tell he's getting close too. Gripping his arms, I try to press harder up against him to get the friction I need, but Wyatt puts his hands on my hips to hold me steady.
"Please Wyatt," I moan, my voice breathy. I'm so close, but I'm not one of those girls who doesn't need stimulation to get there.
Wyatt stares down at me, the look in his eyes fierce as he shakes his head. "Don't move," he growls.
I start to whimper in protest, but it's cut off when his fingers trail across my hip to the apex of my thighs before his thumb presses down right there in the exact spot I need him to be. His thumb moves in slow circles at first, driving me out of my mind until I'm almost crying. "Please, oh god, Wyatt," I pant as his thumb begins to press harder.
Wyatt pinches my clit between his finger and thumb and that's it. I'm flung over the edge into my climax and am barely aware of his thrusts speeding up before he slams into me hard, finding his own pleasure. His head drops down into so that his forehead is resting between my breasts and his breathing is just as heavy as mine. Bringing my hands up I run my fingers through his hair soothingly as he continues to shudder above me. We lay like this until both our hearts slow to normal before Wyatt finally slides out of me and gets off the bed.
When he comes back, he lays down beside me and pulls me back into him so that my back is against his front. I can feel his breath ruffling my hair as he wraps his arm around my middle. Taking my hand in his he entwines our fingers together and I can feel his body relax along mine. As his breathing begins to slow, I close my eyes and revel in the sense of belonging. Something I've never really felt before. I fall asleep easily, remaining wrapped in his arms until morning.