I relax instantly, sighing to myself and moving closer to him, hugging him as we sit there.
“Should we live like prisoners just so no one has to see you with me?” I ask, grinning at the idea, almost liking it.
I’ve lived in solitude for years anyway, being stuck at home alone with Wes every day isn’t a challenge I’d shy away from.
Wes is frowning now. “No. What bugs me more is how much I don’t know about you. I’m worried once I know more I’ll feel bad because I haven’t been around to protect you,” he admits.
“That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Wes Heart,” I tell him honestly, craning my neck to kiss him.
“C’mon,” I tell us both. “Let’s go enjoy ourselves. I don’t think either of us wants to think we’re doing anything just to please other people,” I remind him. And myself.
I’ve got Wes Heart on my arm and I’m not letting go.
The world and everyone else in it be damned.
“You’re right,” he agrees. “Let’s go shopping, girls like to shop to feel better don’t they?” he asks, looking at me sidelong and making me giggle.
“I guess, don’t you like buying things too though?” I ask him, remembering his wardrobe is around ninety-nine percent tracksuits.
He shrugs and lets me lead the way as I start to scout the main street for a store that might suit us both.
In four years this college town has almost become a small city, and my time alone shows when I don’t recognize more than half the stores or even where to begin.
There are a ton of places with summer clothes they’re trying to sell already, but the weather here now is all about warmth and comfort.
I’ve never shopped in town for clothes either, most places never have anything that fits me. I can get my size right, but being a little vertically challenged, everything’s way too long or not long enough.
I wonder if Wes has the same problems, being a bigger guy.
Hence the tracksuits, I guess.
“Bingo!” he announces, laughing a little as he points out a store.
“Big guys and big gals?” I ask, flushing with embarrassment until he points out what I was just thinking.
“You think I can ever find a decent pair of jeans?” he asks, not even suggesting I’m in the big camp when he mentions we can come back last for his clothes.
“We can check it out,” I tell him, already seeing a few things in the window that catch my eye.
“People are getting bigger, and it’s maybe not as hard to find clothes that fit in town now,” I reason with myself, trying not to make a noise when I eye the price tags.
Prices have gone up too, along with waistlines.
The store has a defined his and hers side, and after threatening to help Wes try on jeans, he suggests I see if they have anything girly I might like.
“I wanna fit into them, not have this busting out of ‘em,” he whispers, leaning in my ear and pressing my hand against his dick with a grin.
While he disappears to try on some jeans, I wander not too far and browse a few things myself.
“Just one outfit,” I tell myself. I don’t want Wes spending all this money on me in one day, no matter how much he’s got. I’ve always believed in paying my own way.
I shiver when I recall his terms though, the sensation of his front in my hand still clear in my memory.
A girl can always earn her keep in other ways, I guess. I tell myself, opting to try maybe one or two more things off the rack myself.
Telling myself Wes Heart is gonna get more than his money’s worth if I have anything to do with it.
Chapter Fourteen
Wesley
What is it with that guy, is he following us?
He’s out of his uniform but I’m sure it’s him and I can only assume he’s finished for the day, and when I hear his familiar voice behind me I have my back up straight away.
“Faculty in a student’s room after hours alone, now shopping for clothes together?
I turn around and take a step towards him, my fists at the ready.
“Easy big guy, easy,” he laughs, his hands up in mock surrender. “You’re in enough trouble as it is by the looks, no need to add criminal assault charges to what’s left of your career.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I hiss, leaning right into his to make up for all his following us around.
“You’re not technically breaking any rules, Mr. Heart. I checked. But you ain’t making any friends on the faculty either,” he says, trying to sound mysterious.
I don’t have time for this, Katelyn will be back out any second.
“What the fuck do you want, asshole. If it isn’t some free dental removal, I suggest you leave me, leave us alone,” I tell him, giving him a nudge with my fist that tells him I’m not kidding.