Chapter 13

Meryn

Weston and I surge up from the grass, entwined in each other’s limbs. When I look up at him, I’m still panting from what went down on the grass. Weston laughs at my wild hair, and everything inside of me aches. God, he is gorgeous when he is happy and smiling, eyes like summer grass, mouth wide and filled with dazzling white teeth.

I almost forget about his mother glaring at us. Almost. I’m reminded when she clears her throat, and I immediately create some distance between us, my heart beating faster as Weston’s toned eight-pack and delicious v-lines come into focus. He stands bare and proud before me, and all I want is to reach out and continue where we left off.

“Weston,” his mother’s cold gaze is kept on mine. “Who is this woman?”

Ouch, here it comes. Weston is going to tell her I’m nobody important and create distance between us, pretend we aren’t anything special to each other—

“This is Meryn, the girl I’m dating,” Weston says, pulling me into him so that the back of