Page 131 of There's No Us Without You
Will glances over his shoulder at my approaching footsteps and raises an eyebrow. “You look like shit.”
Jesus.
“Thanks,” I say, shaking my head as I head for the front door, deciding I no longer want to deal with him if he’s going to be an arsehole.
“Where are you going?”
“Out. I’m late for a team meeting.”
“Stop!”
I groan as I turn to face him.
All I want to do is kiss him again, feel his skin pressed against mine.
“What, man? I need to leave,” I say, my hand on the door handle.
Will stands and folds his arms over his chest, but doesn’t come near me. “Are you okay?” Clearing his throat, he avoids eye contact and rubs his forehead. “We... haven’t talked, you know... about the other night.”
I drop my shoulders. “I know, I’m sorry, but I really am late and need to leave. Now.”
All I get is a nod before he takes his seat again and turns his back on me.
Damn it. I can’t leave things this way, and I might regret what I’m about to do, but fuck it. I’m all in.
I let go of the door handle and march over to Will, heart racing.
Please don’t reject me again.
He glances up, frowning, when I reach his side. “What?—”
I cut him off with a heated kiss, running my tongue over the seam of his lips. Groaning, he opens his mouth, allowing my tongue to clash with his. My dick roars to life again, and I know if I don’t leave now, I never will, so I grip Will’s face and pull back.
We’re both panting, and I close my eyes for a second to gather my thoughts. Or more like my runaway teenage hormones.
When I open my eyes again, Will’s are burning with intensity. “I don’t regret kissing you, okay? But I really have to fucking leave.”
Will clenches his jaw. “Fine,” he says, cupping the side of my neck, and rubbing his thumb gently over my skin. “You’d tell me if you weren’t okay, right?”
Tears prick my eyes, so I blink them back. My feelings for him are confusing, and yet the most real thing I’ve felt in a while—like the ones I have for Eden.
Lying to him is a lot harder than I thought it would be, but I can’t disappoint him.
Ever.
He’s everything. My entire world has centred around him for years, so there’s no way I can lose him, not over something like an injury.
So, I do that thing where I pretend everything is sweet, and wink at him. “Of course. Now let me leave unless you want Coach to tear you a new arsehole as well.”
Will breathes heavily out his nose, narrowing his eyes on me. “Fine. Get going. I’ll see you tonight.”
I nod and race out the front door. When I get to my car and sink into the driver’s seat, I finally take a deep breath. I’m so fucking screwed.
THIRTY-EIGHT
Eden
When I stepinside the restaurant, Stella is setting up for the day, her back to me. The place doesn’t open for another hour, so there’s plenty of time for a quick chat before I have to face Tony. Just the thought of seeing him again after what I witnessed yesterday has my stomach in knots.
