C21 Westley.

“Come on, sweetheart. It’s getting late.” I shouted impatiently because I needed to see that beautiful face, dammit.

“Westley.” He said hesitantly, coming out of his room. My breath got hitched in my throat as I took him in. He looked more beautiful and edible in the black shirt and black pants that were plastered to him like a second skin. Suddenly