Chapter 7

Willow squinted her eyes and held her breath. She couldn't comprehend what had happened. One moment she was all riled up, talking about wanting to leave, and the next she found herself pressed up against the wall, with Wes pressing his lips against her cheek, merely missing her lips by a centimeter.

She could feel the air getting thicker around her. The tension was palpable. The heat emanating from his lips awakened every nerve of her body. She had never known this feeling before and it scared her.

She heard the door close, not realizing there was a stranger in their vicinity.

Willow pushed him away from her. He didn't protest. In fact, he willingly obliged.

She walked slowly over to the bed, reaching for the vase on the side table, then letting go of the vase and picking up the pillow. She returned to where Wes stood and forcefully swung the pillow at his head.

His face moved in the direction of the hit, but he remained standing and did not try to avoid the attack.

"I deserved that,"