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Friends. Friends friends friends.
“Yeah.” I swallow. “That’s nice to hear. Sometimes I get a little freaked out, though. That I’m going to lose you.”
Will’s brows pull together. “Believe me, you’re the only one with the power to end things.”
I snort, but his face remains serious.
“I mean it. I’m not going anywhere. I’m in this.”
“Yeah. BFFs, right?” I shake my friendship bracelet (which I never take off) in front of his face and try for a laugh, but it comes out mangled.
Will makes a sound that’s halfway between a groan and a grunt before wrapping a hand around the nape of my neck. One second, we’re next to each other in the back of the cab; the next, I’m somehow sitting across his lap, our lips fused together, my fingers deep in his soft hair.
Will holds me steady with one hand, while another travels freely over my body. He starts off at my neck and bare shoulders. Trails a hand lightly over the side of my breast, his thumb reaching out to subtly touch me right over my erect nipple through the luxurious fabric. I suppress a moan when his fingers pinch me right there, because I love the way he turns me into putty in his hands, but Ireallydon’t want the driver to kick us out.
It’s not the driver I should be worried about, though, because it’s Will who puts a stop to it all of a sudden.
He pulls away and holds my face in both of his. “Stop. This is—” He exhales and shakes his head. “This is the complete opposite of what I’m trying to prove. I don’t want to be a part of your life because of how amazing our sexual chemistry is or how hot you are,” he whispers.
“You think I’m hot?” I can’t help the dumb, goofy grin that spreads across my face.
Will rolls his eyes at me. “Bridge, you know I’m a goner for you. I mean, my fucking god, look at this slit.” One of his hands comes over my exposed thigh, his rough hands moving dangerously close to where I’m wet and waiting for him. “It’s killing me. This dress, the heels. It’s all killing me. I barely stand a chance when you’re dressed in those cute sweats of yours, and I’m supposed to just act normal when you have the most delicious thigh sticking out like that?” He shakes his head. “No, Bridge. I mean, yes, I’m supposed to act normal, but it’s hard. Literally.” Will pushes his hips up, and I feel his cock—just like he said, it’shard. And waiting for me.
I laugh into his neck before pressing a kiss there. “You’re kinda adorable, William.”
His arms wrap around me so tight, I whimper a little. He kisses my shoulder and whispers “You’re kinda my everything, Bridget.”
I pull away to meet his gaze, a stinging building behind my eyes. “Don’t say it like that.”
“Say it like what?” His voice is soft, but his confusion heavy.
“Like…” I sigh, my eyes studying his face.Like you have feelings that go way deeper than friendship. Like you’re right there with me.
But I refuse to say it out loud. To bring the subject up. To even mention a hint of the possibility that there might be anything other than friendship blossoming here. Because what if I’m wrong? What if I’m so wrong I go back to being alone?
I can’t. I can’t lose him.
“Bridge?”
“Nothing. Like nothing, Will.” I force a smile, but Will isn’t buying it.
“Listen, Bridge. I think we need to have a serious conversation. Things have changed and?—”
“We’re here. Cash, credit, or tap?” The cab driver interrupts us.
WILL
Tonight.
He’ll tell her tonight.
He needs to tell her tonight.
She needs to know he loves her tonight.
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NO, BECAUSE SHE ACTUALLY ALMOST SCARED ME TO DEATH
