Take My Breath Away

"Why should I wait? I want it now!" Blair complained, pouting her lips.

"Calm down. I'm finding a place to go," Wesley answered, searching for a store.

"Liar! You just don't want to buy me what I want!" she spat. 'Store? We're still on the road!' she thought angrily.

"Help me out, then. You see someplace, you tell me!" He was driving in the inside lane, so he had to change lanes to get closer to a store and find a place to park, all of which required some time.

Blair was too drunk to be reasonable. 'He's going to drag his feet on this one, so maybe I'll forget the idea. Well, it won't work, mister!

Joslyn did that more than a few times. Wesley's doing it too! What a jerk!'

"Boo...hoo..." Blair sniffed and then burst into tears.

Wesley cast an anxious glance at her and asked worriedly, "Hey! What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"You are such a jerk. I just want some Wahaha and you won't buy it for me. You probably think I'm annoying, huh? Fine! I won't bug you anymore. Stop the car and let me out!"

Wesley wasn't even sure what she was ranting about. Why was she so angry? He was just trying to find a convenience store! 'Yes, she's annoying, ' he thought. 'But I never said that to her!'

He stopped at a red light and took a quick glance at the light. About 30 seconds to go. He turned to look at her and said seriously, "I didn't say that I wouldn't buy it. But I can't conjure it out of thin air. We need a store."

With red eyes, Blair pointed to the outside of the window and spat, "You're lying! I saw a couple of them already. See! Another store there!" There was indeed a convenience store not far away.

Wesley saw it too. "But I can't just pull over. I need to find a parking space first. I'll stop the car and buy it if I can find one, okay?"

However, his words didn't help. Blair began to sob again. "I always knew you didn't like me. Seriously? It's just some Wahaha. Fine. I'll go find a boyfriend and he'll buy me whatever I want. I'll never bug you again."

Wesley rubbed his aching temples and sighed helplessly. "I'll buy ten bottles, okay?"

Blair nodded with a pitiful look. "Okay. If you change your mind, then I'll know you're a liar."

"Mmm hmm."

Wesley heaved a sigh of relief when Blair finally stopped sobbing. He managed to find a parking space inside two minutes and pulled up in front of a convenience store.

He unfastened his seat belt and told Blair, "I'll get it. Just wait here."

It was not until he entered the convenience store that he realized that Wahaha had so many different kinds of drinks—mineral water, milk, probiotic milk beverage and so on. 'Which one does Blair want?' He was puzzled.

Wesley grabbed each of a kind and put a hundred dollars on the cashier's desk. "I'll be right back after I ask my friend which one she wants," he said to the cashier.

Seeing the military uniform on him, the cashier wanted to tell him that there was no need for the deposit. But Wesley was already out of sight.

Inside the car, Blair leaned against the seat with her eyes shut. When she heard someone knocking at the window, she opened her eyes and pushed the button on the door to roll it down. Various kinds of drinks met her eyes. "Which one do you want?" Wesley asked.

Blair's gaze swept over the drinks and landed on the probiotic milk beverage. Her eyes lit up as she pointed at it. "That's it!"

Wesley heaved a sigh of relief. 'Thank God. Problem solved, hopefully?'

He gave the drink to her and said, "Here. I'll get some more."

Blair nodded obediently and gave him an ear-to-ear grin. 'Wesley is so good to me!' she thought.

Wesley returned to the convenience store, but only found two bottles of the same drink. He asked a shop assistant if there were more, but the gal shook her head.

He had to pay for the three bottles and then rushed back. To his surprise, Blair was not in the car. Instead, she was standing next to it, drinking the beverage with a straw. Wesley giggled. 'She looks like a little kid!'

He lifted the shopping bag and waved it in front of her. "Only two bottles left. I'll buy more tomorrow, okay?"

Blair shook her head. "Joslyn said the same thing, but she lied to me. Are you lying too? You just don't want to be bothered! You're a jerk! You can't even do this one thing for me."

Wesley was at a loss for words for a moment. Sighing in defeat, he put the shopping bag in the back seat and scooped Blair up, depositing her back into the passenger seat once more. "Come on. We'll go find more."

"Really? Thank you!" Blair smiled sweetly. While he worked on her seat belt, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again.

Wesley froze for a moment, feeling like hundreds of fireworks had exploded simultaneously in his mind. Although she was now making a fuss out of nothing, he was willing to do anything for her as long as she was happy. 'I always thought I was a reasonable guy. Looks like I can be emotional sometimes.'

Wesley went to three more convenience stores and bought ten boxes of the same drink just to see her smile.

When they arrived home and parked the car, Wesley gathered Blair in his arms and went to their apartment. He figured he'd get the drinks later.

He opened the door to the apartment and walked into her bedroom. He placed her on the bed gently, but to his surprise, she refused to let go. She continued holding onto his neck, like a spider monkey clinging to a tree branch.

Wesley tried to pull her hands off him and coaxed, "We're home. Time for bed."

Blair shook her head in his arms and pouted her lips complaining, "I want to sleep with you."

Wesley's heart skipped a beat. He didn't want to forcefully pull her hands away for fear of hurting her. "This won't look good. People will talk."

"Let them!" They were already living under the same roof. It didn't matter what they did—people would think they had an affair.

Left with no choice, Wesley had to agree with her. "All right. Just get some rest. I'll go to the parking lot and grab your drinks."

"No! You'll just leave!" she protested.

"I won't," he promised.

"No! I don't believe you. Get the drinks tomorrow."

Wesley was on the brink of a meltdown. "Okay, okay. You need a bath. I'll fill the tub for you," he whispered as their foreheads touched.

Blair didn't let him go. "No way!"

Wesley rubbed her hair and said softly, "Would I lie to you?"

"All right." Blair finally let go of him and watched as he went to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom

While drawing water into the bathtub, Wesley rubbed his face with profound resignation. 'Women! They're a lot of trouble! Dealing with her is just a pain! I should be working right now instead of drawing water for her bath.

Wesley, what is wrong with you? She didn't call you to pick her up, but you did anyway. You'll have to sleep with her later. Oh God!' Wesley sighed the umpteenth time.

He carried Blair into the bathroom, and after confirming that she could bathe on her own, he left. He went to his own bathroom to take a quick shower.