Chapter 21

Westley's POV

The next morning I awoke to the faint sound of music playing and the smell of food being cooked. I crawled out of my bed to see my bedroom door half cracked open and a pair of jeans, boots, and a shirt on the floor.

Luna's. I smiled.

I trudged down the steps to see her in my kitchen dancing around as she made breakfast.

The song Octahate played from her phone which was connected to my wireless speakers on my kitchen island.

She wore my gray tshirt and no bottoms other than her underwear, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, setting my chin on her shoulder.

Luna's POV

I jumped, startled by the sudden feeling of someone's arms around my waist.

I turned my head to the right a bit to see West's head on my shoulder, he let go and I turned around to face him.

"Hi." I said shyly.

"Hi." he said with a slight smile

"Smells good."

"Oh, good, thanks." I than pushed it behind my ear before placing both of his hands on the side of my face and kissing my lips gently.

Even just woken up, he was still beautiful.

"Uh, here." I said scooping some pancakes off of the skillet and placing them on a near by empty plate.

"Thank you." He said smiling and grabbing silverware out of a drawer right behind me, he leaned into me as he pulled it out of the drawer, giving me a sly seductive grin.

I watched as he set his food down and took a seat than began to eat,

"Will you be joining me?" he asked looking up.

I nodded quickly, shyly. I felt my face flush as his eyes scanned me up and down.

The doors open and we enter his apartment It wasn't long until I was being suddenly pushed against the wall and kissed, his lips move from my neck to my lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his, hard as I ran my fingers through his dark hair.

In that moment, I felt myself melt. Right, into the ground.

As if I was pudding, I found myself constantly feeling this way whenever we kissed.

He pushed himself off of me and took a step backwards

He gazed at me intently, a intense and seductive look in his eyes again.

"I hope you know that you drive me absolutely crazy" I said looking at him as we stood in his living room now.

He looked down at the ground and then back up at me

"That makes two of us then." he said with a sly grin as he walked into his kitchen and I foEven just woken up, he was still beautiful.

"Uh, here." I said scooping some pancakes off of the skillet and placing them on a near by empty plate.

"Thank you." He said smiling and grabbing silverware out of a drawer right behind me, he leaned into me as he pulled it out of the drawer, giving me a sly seductive grin.

I watched as he set his food down and took a seat than began to eat,

"Will you be joining me?" he asked looking up.

I nodded quickly, shyly. I felt my face flush as his eyes scanned me up and down.

"You're wearing my shirt." he said his eyes were warm. I blushed again

"Oh, uh...yeah. Sorry, I can go ch-" he raised his hand

"To be honest, it looks better on you than it does me. You can keep it."

My eyes widened.

"Are you sure I mean I-"

"Come here" I slowly did as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him

"It's fine." he said, his voice soft yet husky.

I looked at him dazed, he made me feel certain ways. Ways that I had never felt before.

"You sure do make me crazy, Miss Trickson" he said smiling up at me.

"A good kind, I hope?" he nodded

"Yes of course."

The sound of a ringing phone broke up the moment. He looked to the left at his cell phone which was sitting on the counter charging.

"Just a second" he said standing up as I moved away

"This is West?" he said, he sounded so formal, so professional.

"Oh hi, good morning to you as well. Oh well, I was actually thinking of just staying in today," he said looking to his right and giving me a comforting smile.

"I mean, I could ask. I will have to get back to you. Great. I'll give you a call in about an hour. Yes, bye." he said as I saw him set his phone down and walk over to me.

"My mother, she and Andrew are going to our home in The Hamptons, and she invited you along with me."

Of course they have a home in The Hamptons, why wouldn't they? My subconscious said.

"What do you think?" he asked placing his left hand firmly on the counter, palm down and his body leaned into the counter a bit.

I considered the offer. It sounded tempting, very tempting. I had lived in this state my whole life and never had I been there.

"Sure, why not." he smiled "Great, I'll let her know." he said grabbing his phone as he began to type something.

"But, I might need to stop by my place first. You know, to change and stuff." I said taking a seat he slightly chuckled and nodded "That should be fine."

An hour later we stopped by my apartment and headed up to my floor in the elevator.

"I should warn you" he said breaking the silence, oh boy.

"My grandparents-they live there for six months in the year, and I believe they're up there now. So, you might meet them." he said looking down at me, short me.

Oh gosh. We got to my front door and I unlocked it, as I walked inside I saw my mom and aunt Jen standing in my kitchen talking.

"Oh! We were beginning to wonder where you were." said my mom as she set down one of my coffee mugs.

"Yeah, I could really tell by all of your texts and phone calls." I said sarcastically, holding my phone and walking passed them.

"Luna!" said my mom, I walked into my room, a few seconds later West followed in and shut the door behind him.

"Tess, what was that about?"

"Nothing." I said sitting on my bed and taking my boots off.

"Don't lie to me." I looked up at him

"I'm not lying." he crossed his arms, his biceps flexed even through his long sleeve shirt.

"They say they were wondering where I was, but they didn't bother checking up on me."

"What's wrong with that?" I shrugged, I truly didn't know. It just annoyed me.

He took a seat and wrapped his left arm around me and pulled me into his chest. He smelled like a sweet musky scent, like fresh body wash and cologne.

He always smelled heavenly.

I stood up and walked over to my closet and slid the double doors open, as I shuffled through the hanging clothes.

What was someone like me supposed to wear to some place like The Hamptons? A dress? No, too dressy.

A skirt, probably not. Jeans? Would that be too casual.

Ask him! I think internally, I turned to face West who had his head staring down at his phone, I slightly frowned then cleared my throat.

His head shot up,

"Oh, sorry. I was on twitter. Just seeing what the tabloids were posting this time." I placed my hands on my hips "What am I supposed to wear?" he looked at me, an amused expression on his face.

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