Page 90 of Spiralling Skywards
“Bondi Bill then.”
“Liam, his name’s Liam.”
“I know his fucking name. I just can’t think of anything Aussie that begins with L.”
We stared at each other for a few moments before both cracking up with laughter. I wiped the tears from underneath my eyes. It felt good to laugh.
“So where do we go from here?”
“Bedroom?” His response was swift and equally as serious.
“Would you like to wear that tea?”
“I’d rather wear you. I think you’d look good wrapped around me.”
I had no response to that. We resumed our silent staring. Will spoke first.
“Give me a clue here. Anything.”
“A clue about what?”
“What I’ve said. What I’ve told you about fancying you. You’re giving me nothing.”
I didn’t know what to say. I had no clue how I felt about his admission. In all honesty, I was torn.
He was sexy, there was no doubt about that, and he was probably exceptionally good in bed. But did that make me want to sleep with him?
Maybe?
I think I wanted to want him, more than I actually wanted him.
I wanted to want to jump into bed with Will so that he could fuck Liam right out of my system. If I took Liam out of the equation, I had absolutely no desire to sleep with Will, or anyone else for that matter.
“I’m off the market right now, Will. I love you, you know that, but I’ve just had my heart broken. Literally, just a few days ago, so there’s no way that I’m ready to move on.”
He let out a deep sigh. “I should’ve acted sooner.”
“Maybe, but you didn’t, and now here we are.”
“At least you know now.”
“Yeah, there’s that.” Although for me, I wasn’t really sure that was such a good thing.
“D’you think there’s a chance? D’you think that further down the track, maybe in the New Year, once Christmas is out of the way, that I could take you out?”
“Will, you can take me out anytime. I don’t want this to change anything between us.”
“Let’s not fuck about here, Sarah—”
“Why’d you keep calling me Sarah?”
He lets out another deep sigh.
“BecauseSunshineis Luke’s little sister. The three- or four-year-old I first met at your nan’s house. The little girl with freckles who I used to tickle torture. I feel like a dirty old man when I think about that little girl being you. That little kid is Sunshine. You, this”—he made an hour glass shape with his hands—“tits, arse, hips, you’re Sarah.” He paused for a moment. “And yeah, anyway, like I was saying, everything’s changed here, Sarah. There’s no way that it couldn’t.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“I’ve no clue, but if you want us to go out together, we’ll go out together. I understand that all you’re looking for right now is friendship, but you need to understand that I want more. If we go out for dinner or to watch a film, I will flirt. I’ll put it on you continuously, because my aim in life is to wear you down and make you realise that we should be together.” Another pause. He looked around and then back to me and shrugged. “And there you have it. My dirty little secret is out there. You’ve got me by the balls, Sarah, the balls and the heart. I’ll leave it up to you to decide what to do with them.”
