Page 66 of Cherry on Top

“Then, come upstairs,” Will said with a devastating smile that left him weak in the knees. “They’ll know exactly what’s going on. And if they don’t? Well, we’ll make sure.”

“You want to fake having sex?” Enzo asked.

Could he be excited and disappointed at the exact same time?

Will nodded, looking more the former than the later. And how could Enzo puncture all that with the hard reality of their situation?

“Oh yeah,” Will said. “Don’t you?”

Actually, I’d rather have it for real, but if this is what I can get, I’ll take it.

“Sure,” Enzo said. He slowed, pausing right out of what he hoped was his mother’s hearing distance. “How far are you wanting to take this?”

Will grinned. “How far are you willing to take this, Honey Bunny?”

The thing was, Enzo didn’t back down from a challenge. Even when it was a challenge he didn’t particularly want to win. “Oh, it’s on,” he said, and he tucked his head in between Will’s neck and his shoulder, murmuring with intent into his ear. “I think it’s time we took this upstairs,” he said.

Will’s skin was slightly damp with the heat, but he smelled so good Enzo wanted to bury his face into it and lick.

His arm tightened around Enzo as they walked up the stairs, fingertips digging into his waist, like Will was just as eager as Enzo to be alone.

He glanced over at his mother as they crossed to the front door.

“Hello and goodbye,” he called out. “See you later.”

Will was laughing under his breath when they walked into the Inn and headed towards the stairs. “You’re incorrigible.”

“But you love it,” Enzo said.

The stairs weren’t quite so wide across so Will was forced to let go of his hand.

“I kinda do,” Will said. “It’s fun. When I suggested this, I didn’t think it would be nearly as fun as it has been. I kinda thought it would be a chore.”

“Aw. You thought hanging out with me was gonna be terrible?” Enzo teased.

“The first time we met? Yeah, I might’ve. Of course by the time I suggested we fake it, I’d already figured out that your head wasn’t nearly that big.” Will shot him a smile as he unlocked his door.

“Maybe not the only part of me that’s big,” Enzo said with a nudge.

Will looked delighted. Sadly, it wasn’t because he wanted Enzo to drop his pants anytime soon and prove it.

“See, this is exactly the vibe we need,” Will said with absolute sincerity. “We need to make sure everyone in this Inn knows exactly what we’re doing.”

Enzo didn’t normally spend much of his time on regret, but he could fully admit now that he regretted convincing Will that all this over-the-top behavior was necessary. He’d sort of imagined them coming up here. Hanging out for an hour. And then he’d leave, pasting on his most satisfied smile as he paraded past his mother and Joy.

“How are we gonna do that?” Enzo asked, afraid he already knew the answer.

Will’s blue eyes twinkled with mischief. “If we were dating for real, and we came back to this room, how would it go? I’d pin you to this door.” Punctuating his statement, he smacked his hand against it, and Enzo nearly jumped. Not really from surprise—though he was surprised enough—but from the way all his nerves drew tight and anticipatory.

Yep, he totally wanted Will to pin him to the door for real.

Instead, he nodded and pushed his body against the door too, landing against it with a dull thud, loud enough that he expected at least someone heard it.

“We’d be kissing then,” Will continued, “and moaning a little.”

“Loudly?” Enzo asked, trying to remember the last good makeout session he’d had, and if he’d been that loud.

“Not yet,” Will said, glancing over at him, heat in his eyes. “But soon.” He smacked the door a few more times, a little quieter than his initial impact, but enough that it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

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