However, there was one thing in particular that hit on Blair only when the topic was brought up. It suddenly dawned on her that whenever she was close to Wesley, she would easily get injured or sick. However, when Wesley wasn't by her side, her physical health remained beyond very good. She couldn't understand why.
Together, they made their way towards the exit of the supermarket. A worker was standing there, checking the purchase receipts before letting anyone exit with a shopping bag. Wesley's hands were full, so he had to ask Blair, "Get the receipt from my pocket."
"Okay..." Without thinking much, Blair walked up to him and reached her hand inside his coat-pocket. It seemed like the most logical place to start.
Wesley lowered his head to look at her with a sidelong glance. "No, it's inside the pocket of my trousers."
"Oh." Blair then moved her hand down and put it into one of the pockets of his trousers. While she was groping around for the receipt, she could clearly feel his hard muscle through the thin clothing.
Both of their facial expressions changed subtly. "Not this side. The other one," Wesley said in a low voice, sounding a little hoarse and trying to ignore the soft hand roaming around his pockets.
"Oh well... Got it." 'The wrong pocket again?' Blair pursed her lips. 'What is going on with you, Blair?' she scolded herself inwardly.
She then moved to the other side and carefully reached her hand inside the pocket again. She felt a wad of cash. To avoid more trouble, she drew them all out of his pocket and finally saw the receipt embedded within the hurried roll.
She withdrew the long, white piece of paper and put the money back into his pocket.
Without turning her head around, she walked straight to the worker standing at the exit. She felt embarrassed to make eye contact with him. She tried to comfort herself by saying that it was inevitable and anyone would be if they touched someone's hard muscle.
The rain hadn't stopped yet. Blair took the umbrella and tried to hold it for the two of them.
But Wesley was too tall for her to reach. Even with her arm lifted vertically straight, the umbrella was touching his hairs.
Wesley gathered all the shopping bags in his right hand and grabbed the umbrella from her in his left hand, holding it up for the two of them.
The heavy weight on his right hand made the blue veins in his right arm pop out. Blair saw that and she couldn't take it anymore. She reached out for the lighter bag that she had held a few moments before. "Let me carry this one. I can hold it. It's difficult for you to hold the umbrella this way," she told him with concern in her voice.
However, instead of listening to her, Wesley gave the umbrella back to her and walked into the rain straight away. "Hold it for yourself. It's just a drizzle. I don't need it. You get inside the car quickly and I'll put the bags in the trunk."
With that, he ran towards his car in the rain. Looking at his receding figure, Blair suddenly felt a surge of warmth course through her heart.
This man never talked sweet or comforting words to women, or anyone for that matter. But, he showed his tenderness by putting it into action. She could easily feel his consideration for her—he didn't want her to carry anything, and he didn't want her to get wet. Yet there was no way he was going to say it out loud.
When Wesley finally got into the driver's seat, his hair was dripping with raindrops. Blair hadn't fastened her seatbelt yet. She had been waiting for him with a few tissues in her hands, knowing that he would need them as soon as he got back. Now, she leaned her body closer to him, wiping the water off his short hair.
He was stunned by her sudden gesture. For a moment, he didn't know what to do and just let her do that.
But after she was done with his hair, she began to wipe his face; he then came back to his senses and grabbed hold of her wrist to stop her. "Don't bother. I'm a man. I'm okay with a little bit of rain."
He didn't let go of her hand though he was done speaking. The soft feeling of her hand was occupying his mind, filling with a gentle yet arousing feeling.
Blair knew he was going to say that and wouldn't hear otherwise, so she didn't insist and nodded, "Okay."
She wanted to draw her hand back but he didn't let go. As she slowly wrenched her wrist to break free, he gripped it even tighter.
Under the dim light of the parking lot, Blair looked at the man who seemed to be absorbed in thought. "What's wrong?" she asked in a confused tone.
Wesley didn't respond. Instead, he locked gazes with her.
Silence filled the air of the car. At that very second, Blair suddenly remembered something she had read on the Internet. 'If you and a man look at each other for ten seconds and the man kisses you, it means that you are his one true love.'
But she shook this thought away at once. 'Wesley doesn't have a shroud of feeling for me. How is it possible that...
I'm his...one true love?'
While she was lost in thought, she suddenly saw the man's face become bigger before her eyes.
The next second, his lips fell on hers.
Shocked, Blair blinked and wondered, 'He kissed me within less than ten seconds. So does he love me?'
Moreover, to deepen the kiss, he wrapped his right arm around her, pulling her closer to him and holding her tighter. Blair felt as if her whole body was going to be pulled to the driver's seat the next moment. Was this it?
She had no idea what had caused this sudden impulse to kiss her. Whatever the reason was, Blair wasn't going to refuse Wesley's active kiss, and she would even ask for more. So she actively leaned forward and locked her arms around his neck to keep up with his passion. It felt good!
Romance began to fill the air inside the spacious car. Pretty soon, both of them felt short of breath due to the passionate kiss and the rushing blood.
"Blair." She heard him mumble her name.
"Yes..." she whispered as their foreheads touched.
Wesley cupped his big hands on her smooth cheeks, while staring at her red lips, not replying with any words. His eyes were filled with an ocean of complicated emotions right now: tenderness, desire, compassion...
Just as she was able to catch a little breath, his lips were pressed on hers again. This time, he really pulled her over to the driver's seat and made her sit on his lap. His kiss was getting more intense now.
A lot of questions marks popped up in her head. 'Didn't he say he didn't love me? What's all this now?'
It's human nature to want more once they get one thing. Wesley was no exception to this rule. He couldn't help running his hands over her body. He was going to take advantage of this situation.
When Blair was feeling more and more suffocated due to the intense kiss, the vibration of his cell phone cut through the thick air of romance inside the car.
They froze. His lips left hers. Realizing that she was sitting on his lap, Blair flushed a deep shade of red. She didn't dare to look at his eyes. In a fluster, she pried his arm away from her waist and managed to make it to the passenger seat.
She smoothened her hair and looked outside the window, pretending to be calm, though in reality, her heart was pumping at an insane rate.
Wesley was no better than Blair. His eyes were still thick with desire. He rolled down the car window and took a deep breath to adjust his breathing. After he felt a little better, he pulled his buzzing phone out. "Mom."
"Why haven't you two come back yet? It's raining outside. Did you take an umbrella?" Cecelia had only found out it was raining when she had gone out to hang some clothes in the balcony.
Closing his eyes, he leaned against the seat and told her, "Yes, we did. We'll be back in a few minutes." He breathed in Blair's fragrance floating in the air as he spoke.
"Okay. Be careful. Drive Blair back before you leave since it's raining now," Cecelia demanded. She didn't know her phone call had interrupted her son's intimate, romantic moment.
"Will do."
After ending the call, Wesley fired up the engine and drove away. They both kept silent on their way back. Both of them were half filled with desire and half with confusion.
By the time they arrived at the apartment complex, the rain had already stopped. As usual, Wesley would not let Blair exit on her own and carried her out of his huge car. Affected by the kiss earlier, he didn't let go of her even after putting her to her feet. With his arms wrapped around her waist, he whispered softly, "Don't go out with Niles. You two aren't meant for each other."
Blair was rendered speechless. When had she even said that she would date Niles? And why did Wesley care about this? She deliberately provoked him, "Niles and I aren't meant for each other? So does that mean if I find a suitable man, I can go out with him?"
Wesley answered her with a deeper and more imperious kiss this time. Blair felt uncomfortable so she kept stepping backwards. However, even after her back was pressed against the car door, he still didn't let go of her.
Meanwhile, some distance away from the romantic pair, a group of men were whispering to each other. "Wow! Who said that our chief loves men?"