Wyatt rolled over onto his stomach, lifting one arm to the top of the pillow and pulling it down a little more before lifting his head and snuggling back into it.
"Aw, your more interested in your pillow than me?" a husky voice asked teasingly before leaning in and kissing him softly on the cheek.
"Whatever." he mumbled, turning his face the other way. Feeling a clammy hand snake it's way down his bare back towards the edge of the blanket, he moved towards the edge of the bed, pulling the sheet up over his back.
"What are you doing?" he asked groggily. "Leave me alone."
"Wyatt?" she whined.
Flipping over his eyes snapped open as he looked over towards her. Her round face, looking down at him with big blue puppy dog eyes as she licked her sumptuous red lips enticingly. Her pert little nose twitching as a fine blonde hair fell across her face and touched the tip. Pushing himself up he rolled his eyes.
"Why are you always like this the next morning?" she asked pouting as she slipped off the bed in search of clothing.
"Like what?" he returned turning his nose up.
"You act like nothing happened. That I don't mean anything to you." she replied turning back to look at him. "Or don't I? Am I just some little plaything to you? Your piece of ass on the side?"
Shaking his head he gruffly pushed the sheet back and placed both feet on the ground before rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hands. Resting them on his knees for a few moments before pushing himself up.
"I told you when we started whatever this is, that it was never going to be serious. That I could never be what you want me to be for you." he reminded her, reaching over to the chair in the corner for a pair of pants, slipping them on quickly.
"So you're telling me that nothing's changed?"
"Does it look like it?" he asked, annoyed by the onslaught of questions. "Maybe you should just go." he suggested pointing to the bedroom door.
"Gladly, and don't ring me thinking I'm going to come over again." she yelled bitterly as she picked up her shoes and headed towards the front door.
"Whatever." he said following her out. Nodding at the door when she turned around to look at him.
"Your such a bastard. I can't believe I actually thought I could love you."
"Did I ask you to? I don't think so."
"Well that'll teach me for seeing a guy still hung up on a woman who wants nothing to do with him." she remarked before pulling the door open. "And have a shave, you look like shit."
"Thankyou." he said faking a smile. "I really care what you think."
Turning his back on her he made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, blowing slightly on the steaming liquid as he wrapped both hands around the cup before taking a sip.
"She's right, you do look like shit." a voice called softly from the doorway.
Freezing where he was, he slowly reached out and placed the cup on the bench sniffing lightly before slowly looking up. Seeing Bianca he pushed the hair off of his face and looked to the clock on the wall.
"It's early." he commented dryly. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?" she asked
"Do whatever you want."
"Don't be like that, Wy. We need to talk."
"We do?" he scoffed. "Well that'd be a first. Don't tell me for once we actually care what I have to say about anything."
"Wyatt." she said firmly placing one hand on her hip.
"What?" he asked. "Why are you here? Huh? To see how much you can torture me without doing a thing? By just standing there looking at me like you are?"
Bianca looked away, biting her bottom lip as she awkwardly readjusting the strap to her bag on her shoulder. Turning his back on her he took a deep breath, slowly letting it out.
"Maybe I shouldn't have come." she said looking back to him. "But for some strange reason I thought maybe, just maybe you might have grown up enough to want to talk about all this. I'll just go."
"Who would have thought we'd end up like this?" Wyatt said turning slowly, his eyes softening as he looked at hr. "Just stay, I'm sure I can be civil long enough. Please?"
"Why? It's not going to accomplish anything. Is it?" she asked softly, cocking her head slightly to one side as she looked just past him.
"I miss you." he whispered.
Bianca closed her eyes, again biting her bottom lip, slowly she opened them and looked at him. Taking a step inside she closed the door behind her and walked to the breakfast table, placing her bag on the top of it.
"I know." she said moving so she was just in front of him, giving him a sympathetic smile. "I know you do."
Reaching up she placed her hand on his cheek, softly running her fingers down his jaw line. Smiling faintly as the stubble tickled her palm. Biting her lip as she closed her eyes, willing the tears away as he leant into her touch.
"I know." she whispered, her hand travelling to the back of his neck as she gently pulled him forward. Her other hand running along his back as she squeezed him as tight as she could. Wyatt just sinking into her before picking her up off of the ground as he buried his face in her soft hair. Pulling back slightly he looked into her eyes lifting one hand to her face to brush the hair away. Softly passing his thumb over her lips before leaning in to kiss them. Slowly walking her over to the lounge he fell gently onto it with her still in his arms. Lifting the hair from her neck, kissing just behind her ear before making his way down her neck towards her collar bone. One hand firmly set at the bottom of her back, the other resting between each shoulder blade as he pulled her closed to him again. Finding her mouth he kissed her as if it were both the first and last time. Pulling back to look her in the eyes, his hand moving from her shoulders to her face as he softly brushed her cheek.
"We shouldn't be doing this should we?" he asked sadly dropping his hand. His eyes following Bianca as she pursed her lips and closed her eyes before turning her face away. Lifting his hand to her chin, he guided her face back to him.
"You came to say goodbye?" he asked with tears in his voice. "Didn't you?"
Sadly she nodded as she climbed off his lap, burying her face in her hands as she moved away. Looking upwards he swallowed the lump forming in his throat.
"Why?" he asked his voice cracking. "Why couldn't you just leave it the way it was?"
"Because maybe now you'll move on." she whispered.
"I had moved on." he told her as a tear fell. "I was doing fine until I saw you with him. I was fine." he repeated pointing to himself.
Bianca looked back to him doubtfully, her face streaked with tears as she moved back towards him. Horrified he shrank back into the chair.
"Don't indulge me." he shouted at her. "Don't tell me it's going to be okay like you were about to. It's not. Not for me. There is no okay without you."
Throwing her hair behind her shoulder, Bianca wiped her face and took a deep breath trying to compose herself.
"Your going to be fine Wyatt. You know you will. You always come out on top. You always have."
Wyatt scoffed and looked up at her.
"Don't peddle me that Bianca. Not you." Looking away he took a breath, trying to catch his breath.
"We both need to move on." she reminded him. "You have to go make things right with your parent's. With Chris."
"I don't give a damn about them." he said callously. "I haven't done all this for them. All this was for you."
"What are you talking about?" she asked looking down at him. "All what?"
Wyatt looked around the room then back to her, looking down to his hands he picked at his nails.
"It obviously doesn't matter anymore what I've done."
"Wyatt? What did you do?" she asked sitting on the edge of the coffee table, lowering her face as she tried to catch his eye.
"Why him?" he asked looking up to meet her. The pain in his voice overly evident as he tried to mask it with contempt.
"Why who? Wyatt, what's going on with you?"
"Why Chris? I could handle anyone else, but my brother? Why?"
Bianca looked down at her hands, clasping them together and resting them on her knees before glancing up, her hair falling down beside her cheek, framing her face as she stared at him.
"I don't know where you got that idea from Wy, but there's nothing going on between Chris and I. There never has been and never will be. There's no one for me except you."
Reaching up she quickly busied herself pushing the hair behind her ear, as she blinked back tears.
"Then why do we have to say goodbye? Can't we try to make it work?" he asked standing up and walking to the window.
"We tried Wyatt, for four years we tried, remember?"
"Of course I remember, it's all I think about. I made a mistake I admit that, I don't know what I can do to make you believe I never wanted to hurt you."
"I do believe that you never intended to hurt me. But we can't Wy, maybe if everything was different."
Coming up behind him she laid her hand on the back of his shoulder, slowly moving it up to his neck as his shoulders began to shake slightly.
"I'm sorry Wy. I don't like doing this to you, but I have Hunter to think about now."
Turning slowly he looked down at her, brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers. Hesitantly nodding as if he understood before turning back to the window.
"Go see your parent's." she said softly. "They miss you, we all do."
Reaching into her bag she pulled out a small package and laid it gently on the table before throwing her bag over her shoulder.
"Maybe if we give it a little more time, all this will be easier." she said reassuringly as she crossed the floor towards the door. Looking over her shoulder to see Wyatt nodding distantly as he hugged himself. Quietly she slipped out of the room, Wyatt sighed heavily as he turned around.
"So it's a …" he stopped, his eyes scanning the room. Seeing that she was gone, he bit his bottom lip blinking tears away. Seeing the package on the table he slowly walked over and sat down in front of it. Placing one hand either side he took a deep breath before bringing it forward. Flipping it over he lifted the tape and folded the paper back. Sitting back he stared at the small bound book inside, brushing the soft cover he picked it up precariously. Resting it on the edge of the table, he turned the cover, pulling the tissue paper aside. Half smiling he stared down at the picture, slowly reading the inscription below it. Looking away he turned the next page, his thumb running over the picture. Taking in the tiny boys every feature. Closing the cover he pushed the book away and stood on unsteady legs. Walking to his room he collapsed onto his stomach the bed, pulling the sheet and blankets up over his head. Peeling the corner back and peeking out after a few moments. Lifting his hand to forehead he rolled onto his back.
"Dammit." he cursed kicking his legs out and sitting up on the edge of the mattress. Rubbing his eye with his hand he shook his head. "What the hell am I going to do?"