“Libby!”
I smiled and turned around, and there was Wes, standing in the pouring rain in my front yard. I tilted my head and said, “What?” “You said ‘everything’!” His clothes were drenched as he shouted, “Does that mean you’re thanking me for the kiss, too?” I laughed and picked up Helena’s food. “I should’ve known you’d ruin it!”
“Nuh-uh, Buxbaum.” He dug his hands into his wet hair and made it all stand straight up as he grinned at me through the storm. “That was too perfect for anything to ruin. G’night.”
“I made you cry.” He looked away, but I caught a glimpse of his clenched jaw. It was almost like it mattered to him that he’d upset me. And, in the moonlight, I felt something that I had never felt about Wes before. I wanted to move closer to him.