Take My Breath Away

"Come back to the apartment," Wesley requested again, ignoring her question. The apartment felt like a cold and cheerless place without her there. He didn't want to be there if she wasn't.

"No way! Goodbye!" Blair was about to shut the door.

But Wesley managed to squeeze into the room before she closed the door. He slipped in, using his boots to stop the door from closing. Unable to prevent him, she said angrily, "Why did you come here? Go find your girlfriend Garnet. Didn't she say that you'd been waiting for her? Why are you still here?"

"I'm not waiting for her," he explained.

"Whatever. Not my business. You saved my life, and I owe you money. That's all." Of course, no matter how angry she was, she couldn't forget that he saved her life.

Wesley fell silent.

When he didn't say anything else, Blair took a deep breath, quieted her emotions and said, "You were my first love. Everyone always talks about their first loves in the past tense, like first love wasn't real. I used to think that was bunk, but not anymore. So when you brought Garnet by...the way you behaved around her...now I believe it."

Wesley was rendered speechless. What did he do that day? Did he behave differently around her? He didn't think so.

"Please go away. I won't bother you anymore. I owe you 300k. I'll get you the money, but it'll take some time." Blair pushed him out and was about to close the door again.

Wesley put his hand on the door. "Don't."

"Don't? Don't what? I told you I wouldn't bug you anymore, so what do you want?" she retorted.

"I don't want that! I don't want you to avoid me. Don't forget that you were the one trying to date me. You can't just leave!" he declared.

Blair looked at him in shock. "True. I fell in love with you first, and tried to get you to notice me. But I've given up. You don't get a say in this, Colonel Li. We aren't anything to each other." She remembered how he dumped her that day.

Wesley stared at her in silence. Then, he dropped that topic and handed the flowers to her. "The flowers, here you are. I've been in a lot of flower shops."

Blair looked at the flowers. Now she became visibly calmer. "Who gave you that idea?" she asked. Wesley knew nothing about romance. There must be someone who told him to buy flowers for a girl.

"Damon." He didn't bother trying to hide it. Damon knew more about women than he did.

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ime, the door was closed before he could have a chance to step inside.

The fourth day, with the help of a professional florist, Wesley bought a bouquet of yellow roses. The professional said yellow roses meant apologies and blessings.

Wesley believed Blair wouldn't turn him away this time. However, after a simple glance at the flowers, she said coldly, "Wrong color."

At this point, he had totally run out of patience. Ignoring her refusal, he stuffed the flowers in her arms, forced her inside and kicked the door closed. He pressed the woman against the wall. The bouquet was squished between them, a few petals dropping onto the floor. He called out in a low voice, "Blair..."

She thought he was mad at her, but he suddenly kissed her lips and demanded, "How about this? You pick out the bouquet you want!" The best way was to let her choose the flowers herself.

Blair didn't expect this to happen. Her heart was pounding fast. "No way! I'm not going!"

He kissed her lips again. "You have to!"

"No way! Why should I do anything you say?" She tilted her head to one side to avoid his kiss.

Wesley tightened his grip on her waist, held her chin and gave her a deep kiss.

After a long and affectionate kiss, he panted as he said, "I'm going to kiss you until you agree."

Blair was ticked off. "How dare you! Why should I listen to you?"

"I... missed you."

These were unexpected words from him. 'Is he trying to be sweet?' she wondered. But these three words worked like magic. Her anger dissipated at once. Nonetheless, she asked arrogantly, "Will you buy whatever I choose?"

"Yes. I promise."