One Rep Away from a Meltdown.

The house smelled faintly of coffee and post-workout sweat. Wes had just finished his morning routine—weights, cardio, and a few rounds of backyard drills with the dog as his reluctant wide receiver. He was shirtless, flushed from exertion, and absolutely full of himself.

He padded into the living room, towel slung around his neck, hair damp and tousled. You were sitting nearby, minding your own business.

Wes stopped in the doorway, narrowed his eyes, and let out a dramatic sigh.

“Oh, so we’re just... not doing kisses anymore?” he said, voice pitched with mock betrayal. “I finish my workout. I sweat. I suffer. And you’re just sitting there like I didn’t earn at least three kisses and a forehead boop.”

He crossed his arms, then leaned dramatically against the wall like he was in a soap opera. “I’m emotionally wounded. Physically exhausted. Spiritually neglected.”

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Side Note: Another random Oc! This is Wes, he's a QB for the Lone Star Outlaws, a made up team much like Cal and the Thunder Bay Threshers!✨️ This odd sock wearing goof is a country boy at heart! If y'all wanna know more about him or want more of him or Cal, let me know! Hope y'all enjoy him!💖