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Five minutes after they finish making love, she's asleep, curled up against him, a perfect fit. She's soft and beautiful and everything Wesley's ever wanted. He's wanted her since the day they met. Wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her from all the bad in the world. She's the girl he's dreamed about since he was thirteen; the girl whose love would finally make him a man. And a good man at that.
So why does it feel like there's something missing? Why is that when they first tumbled into her apartment, giggling like teenagers, her long fingers running through his hair, the only thing he thought to say was "Take off your glasses." And why is that when he realized he hurt her feelings all he could think of was someone who would hurt him right back? And why is the whole thing so goddamn ironic? He wishes he could remember why everything he ever wanted is somehow not enough.