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You said 5!!!
Will
I lied. I knew you’d need longer.
Bridget
…
I hate you.
Will
No you don’t. But I just showed you how valuable white lies can be. The pressure of the time crunch made you realize what you wanted to wear.
Bridget
No, I definitely hate you
Will
See you in 14 minutes.
After over an hourof travel where Will very graciously lets me control the road trip playlist and I agree not to comment on his driving, I half forget where we’re going and why. Just being in an enclosed space with him, joking around and talking has already made my day. That and the fact that he looks so handsome I could cry add to my good mood. With just a light blue button down under a cozy-looking navy sweater, Will’s broad chest looks like pure heaven—a place I would love to lay my head (again) and rest. I try not to stare at that place in between his shoulders and neck—that little nook that felt like a charging station the night we spent together. My safe space. But I fail miserably, clearly.
“Why do you keep looking at my clothes? Do I have a stain or something?” He glances down at himself before moving his eyes back to the road, swiping at his sweater as if he’s trying to brush something off.
Busted.
“No, not a stain. Just staring at your chest, is all,” I say casually, without even thinking.
He sputters a laugh. “What?”
I clear my throat once and then follow it with a deep breath. Screw it. I’m not gonna lie. “Your chest. I was staring at it.”
He pauses. “Because…?”
“I… don’t want to say.” I wince.
“Oooh. Now you’vegotto say.” He grins that wicked smile of his.
“Nooope.”
“Oh, you fucked up because you know I’m never gonna let this go.”
“Just kidding. You definitely have a big stain there. Mustard. A big gloopy mess. That’s what I was looking at.”
“Well, that’s fucking weird, since I had an everything bagel with cream cheese and not a fucking hot dog for breakfast. So how about you stop lying?” He asks with a laugh. “Just tell me.”
I sigh, putting my face in my hands. “Your chest. Looks comfy.”
And while I cannot see him since I’m covering my face, obviously, I just know he’s fighting a fit of smug laughter. In fact, it’s not long before I sense his body shaking.
“Listen, I had to wake up early this morning and am really tired because I couldn’t sleep and was checking you out and remembered how comfortable it was to cuddle together and so yeah… That happened. I’m sorry. I know we agreed to not talk about it again or do it again but that’s where my mind went, okay?”
Silence. Painful silence as I look down at my hands.
“I mean, I also look at your chest often. So we’re even.”
