Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Hey, hey, mea culpa, okay? I shouldn’t have said that. Forgive me?”

Blair’s crying came to a stop all of a sudden.

“Did I seduce you?” she sniffed.

“No. I…I came on to you,” Wesley stammered, his hands balling into fists. It took a lot for him to say that.

Blair flashed a smug smile and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

“That’s right.”

Angela’s Library

Wesley didn’t know what to say.

She slid her arm into his and demanded, “Wesley, take me out for a bite. Or I’LL tell your mom you bullied me and disobeyed her.”

Wesley pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and looked at her red eyes.

“What am I going to do with you? If I weren’t a soldier, I’d marry you and ground you. You wouldn’t be able to talk to a soul.”

Blair knew what he meant and offered, “Marry me and ground me now. You can come home to a good meal and some sexy time. Then we’ll have a baby. Our baby and I will stay at home and wait for you. Sounds good, huh?”

Yes. The scene Blair described was attractive. He had to admit that it melted his heart and turned him on all at the same time.

But soon he realized that he was a soldier. He was in danger every single day. He could die without warning. He couldn’t Let her go through that.

Blair could sense that his mood changed suddenly. She pretended to cough.

“Ahem! Let go of me! You trying to strangle me?”

When he heard that, Wesley immediately let her go.

“Get your act together,” he warned.

“I cried for such a long time I think I turned thirty,” Blair complained, pouting her lips.

Wesley sighed helplessly and asked, “What do you want to drink?”

“Are you going to buy me whatever I want?”

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“An ice coke!”

He wanted to argue it was winter, but he also promised that he would buy her whatever she wanted to drink.

“You can only take a sip,” he finally said.

“One glass, nothing Less or more!” Blair insisted, haggling the amount with him.