That night Wesley stood awake. His mind had been all over the place as he stared up at the high ceilings in his room. His thoughts consumed his piggy as he remembered every detail of her face. Right then he wanted nothing more than to call it quicks and capture her lips with his.
But a part of him wasn't sure she wanted that. He had known in his heart what he felt for her but what did she think of him? A part of him wondered but the other part didn't want to know. Call him a coward but he knew she could break his heart if she wanted.
Even without trying. He rolled over on his side facing the window that was cracked open slightly. A small fist of the cold winter air nipped at his face. He usually slept with the window opened ajar due to his body providing him with natural heat. Being a werewolf had its perks, another thought racked his brain.