True Love Waits novel Chapter 605

One knee on the bed, Wesley carefully laid Blair down and tucked her into bed, covering her with the beautiful patchwork quilt. When he was about to draw his arms back, she suddenly opened her eyes a little.

Wesley froze, wondering if he woke her.

Blair closed her eyes again, but then she wrapped her arms around his waist and mumbled, "Wesley? You visited me in my dreams."

She buried her face in his chest, yawned and continued mumbling, "Wesley, I missed you so much!"

He lifted his hand to caress her smooth cheek, and planted a kiss on her forehead.

Fascinated by her murmuring lips, full and colorful, he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss them.

The next morning, when Blair woke up, she remembered her dream. Wesley hugged her and kissed her. But the passionate kiss felt so real that she could even feel her lips hurting and her breath ragged at that moment.

And she dreamed of Wesley running his rough hands all over her body.

As she remembered what happened in her dream, Blair buried her face in the pillow, scratching her messy hair in shame. 'Oh, my God! I can't believe I had such a sexy dream. That's not like me!' she thought, shocked.

But at least, she felt lucky no one had the supernatural power to see her dream. No one knew her little secret.

She then sat up. Her eyes went wide and she jumped out of bed, rushing towards the bathroom. She felt a large amount of menses gushing out.

However fast she ran, it was too late. Her pants were red; some even dripped on the floor.

She grabbed a rag, got it wet and went to town on the carpet. She kept herself busy cleaning and totally forgot about her dream. She didn't even have the time to think about how she got from the sofa to the bed. Someone had moved her, but she didn't stop to wonder about that.

When she walked to the living room, she was surprised to find there was no food on the table. She remembered she had put the barbecued dish on the table. But where was the food? No skewers or bits of food in the bin, either. So where did it go?

'Did Wesley really come back last night? Did he eat the rest of the food?' she wondered.

But still, she didn't stop to ask herself a very vital question. Who moved her from the sofa to the bed?

Blair turned to look at Wesley's bedroom. The door was open.

She walked over to his room and peeked inside. He wasn't there. His room was as neat and tidy as it always was. The quilt was carefully folded and placed at the end of the bed. Wesley was fastidiously clean.

'Wait! Something's not right.' Blair remembered she had put Wesley's bed sheet and quilt into the washing machine two days ago when she did the laundry. She forgot to help him make the bed after they were dry.

When did he make his bed? Now, she was sure Wesley came back last night and carried her to the bedroom. She was sound asleep and knew nothing about it.

Blair patted her forehead remorsefully. She had missed a chance to be with him.

Then she remembered her dream. Was it a dream? Or was it reality?

One day, Blair was working in the office when she got Wesley's call. "You available tonight?" he asked.

Blair paused and then answered, "Yes." She had planned to work overtime. But since he called her, she decided to leave work on time.

"Great! Pick you up at eight."

"Where are we going?" Blair asked curiously.

Wesley told her, "Some friends of mine are getting together."