Burning Passion: Love Never Die

om In the men’s room, Blair was in the same situation as Niles had been not
Long before. Wesley Locked her in the same stall and played with a cigarette in
his hand, rolling it between his fingers. “I'm a jerk?” he asked. “Aren't you?" she
asked in reply. Her heart started racing when they were in such a small stall
alone. “So you hate me now?” he asked. This woman was infuriating. Hot and
cold running love. “No.” “Really?” “I don't hate you.” Wesley heaved a sigh of
relief. But what Blair said next made him frown again. “I don’t hate you because I
don't love you anymore.” “So quickly?’ He found it unbelievable. Seeing her
round doe eyes, he suddenly had an impulse to kiss her. Wesley shook his head
in an attempt to drive the mad thought out of his mind. He unlocked the door and
said, “Fine. You can go.” Blair, however, didn’t move. It had been six months.
Now she and Wesley were in confined quarters again. She felt they were
surrounded by romance, even though this was the men’s room. An inappropriate
place, to be sure. “Any regrets?” she asked. Wesley stopped playing with the
cigarette. “No,” he said simply without even raising his head. Blair didn't know
whether he was telling the truth or not. “The Wesley I know is upright and honest,
and he is the enemy of all evils. He wouldn't lie. Now, I'm going to ask one more
time. Any regrets?” she said.