Take My Breath Away

Tears welled up in Blair's eyes. "If you don't like me, then you should stop taking care of me."

It had been a long time since Wesley said that he didn't like her. He pursed his lips and said, "My mom likes you. A lot. So I need to like you too. She'll be happy to see you live in a safe and comfortable place." 'As long as Mom is happy, I'm happy too, ' he thought.

But as soon as he said the words, he realized how lame of an excuse it was.

The softness on Blair's expression instantly vanished and turned into a scowl. 'So he's being nice to me only because his mom likes me? Nothing else? If I didn't know any better, I'd probably just think he's a mama's boy.

Ugh! I feel so tired!' She forced a smile and waved at him. "Good night."

Without saying another word, she turned around and walked back into her bedroom.

Wesley silently watched as she closed the door behind her, and then entered his own bedroom.

Lying in bed, Blair turned and rolled. She forced her eyes closed, but sleep still wouldn't come. She wasn't really in the mood to read a book either, so she just lay there, awake. When it was already past midnight, she suddenly sat up. She stared at the package of perfume and lipstick on the nightstand and then got out of bed.

'I wonder if Wesley is already asleep, ' she thought.

She picked up the perfume and lipstick and left her bedroom. Standing outside Wesley's bedroom, she knocked on the door once, but there was no response.

She knocked again. Still nothing.

'Is he asleep? Or maybe I should just knock on the door harder?' she mused.

After a short pause, she knocked on the door for the third time. This time, the door opened.

Wesley was not asleep; he was just taking a shower. 'Did he just finish showering? Or was he still in the middle of it when I knocked?' she wondered. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair was still dripping wet.

Blair was suddenly dumbstruck. This was the second time that she had seen Wesley wearing nothing but a towel. She had previously told herself that she would be a cheating dog if she still held any sort of attraction towards him.

Apparently, she was indeed a cheating dog.

Against Blair's better judgment, her gaze landed on Wesley's toned and muscular body. She had started to develop feelings for him when she was sixteen. It was more than just a schoolgirl crush and had deepened over the past few years. She could never forget Wesley's warm embrace as he comforted her the day her parents died when she was nineteen. He had a beautiful body on top of his caring

tes.

When the morning came and Blair finally woke up again, Wesley had already gone.

A couple weeks passed and Wesley still had not come back. And so, Blair's life went back to normal; she went to work and got off from work regularly. She was willing to work over time, but she always wanted to be home by early evening or as soon as possible. She was constantly thinking that Wesley might come back at any time.

One day, while she was working on her computer, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and saw that Miller's mom was calling. She sighed and answered it immediately. "Hello, Auntie!"

"Hi, Blair. I need to talk to you. Could we meet at a cafe somewhere?" Gertrude said in a calm voice.

After some consideration, Blair agreed. "Sure. You name a place."

Gertrude then suggested they meet at a restaurant near Miller's apartment later in the afternoon. They said their goodbyes and hung up. Blair looked at the time and went back to work.

A few hours later, she headed down to the meeting place that they had agreed upon. When she arrived at the restaurant, she was surprised to find that Miller was also there.

She walked over to them and said hello politely.

She hadn't seen Miller for a long time and was somewhat alarmed to see that he appeared haggard and gloomy. Gertrude, on the other hand, put on a warm smile and said, "Hi, Blair. Busy at work?"

Blair settled her bag on a chair and sat on the one beside it. She smiled back at Gertrude. "Hi, Auntie. I'm not that busy these days. It's the off season."

Gertrude nodded and asked a waiter to serve the dishes.

Miller poured a glass of water and handed it to Blair.

"Thanks," she said and offered him a warm smile.