He got off the bed, walked to the closet and grabbed a white shirt

“Wear this. I'LL buy you some clothes tomorrow."

"Okay."

Blair put the shirt on, lay down beside him and shut her eyes.

She had been too docile all night. It felt strange. Wesley had to say what he had been wanting to explain the whole night.

"Patty and I-"

However, Blair rolled over towards him and held him before he could finish his sentence.

“I don't want to talk about it. I'm sleepy.”

The touch of her soft body made him swallow the rest of his words.

"ALL right."

Wesley turned off the lights. The room was engulfed in darkness. He wanted to hold her, but Blair quickly turned away from him, with her back to him.

He closed his eyes for a second and turned her around to face him.

“Honey, I can't take it anymore," he whispered in a hoarse voice

Blair flushed Liked a boiled lobster. He held her hands in his tightly.

Without her consent, he didn't dare make the next move.

He waited. Both of them were silent for a moment.

“Once a day is enough for you. We'll do it tomorrow," she finally said.

Wesley felt helpless. What could he do to make her believe that nothing had happened between him and Patty.

He embraced her tightly, immersed in her scent.

"Fine, let's sleep," he said gently.

Blair chewed her lip.

"He didn't insist or correct me. Did he have sex with Patty more than once today then? He has never obliged so readily to my refusal before.

Maybe he really is exhausted. '

The thought kept her awake. Her mind wandered.

Just when she was still thinking about this and that, Wesley put his hand on her waist and pulled her closer.