Will stretches, looking towards the drawn blinds. ‘Thank God you closed those.’
‘Probably not the best idea for Athens to see us like this.’
Will rolls over, so that I can see his arse. I run my hands over him, my fingers slipping at the crest of his arse cheek. Will groans. ‘Now you’re teasing me.’
‘Just showing you what you’ve got coming to you.’
Will rolls his shoulders, propping himself up on his elbows. ‘I suppose I should help you clean up. Get ready for the day.’
‘I think the locals can cope if we open a bit later.’ Because all I want to do is bring Will to me, get him to straddle me, rile him up. I resist, instead settling for a kiss. ‘You want a coffee?’
‘Always.’ Will hands me the Polaroid photos from last night. ‘They’re hot.’
I look at each one. ‘God, I’m a good photographer.’
‘And I’m clearly a good model.’
The photo of Will going down on me already has me hard. ‘You sure you want me to keep them?’
‘Yeah, I trust you,’ Will says. ‘Now. Coffee?’
If there’s anything I can do to extend this moment between us, I will. I want Will all to myself. Just him and I in this coffee shop. Undisturbed. Locked together.
I head behind the counter, firing up the kitchen. Will is watching me, and when I glance, he’s sitting with his legs crossed, bathed in the morning sun. He tilts his head, as if he’s sunbathing.
‘Sam, I need to tell you something.’
My grin fades.
What if he tells me he regrets last night? I’d get it. It might be weird for him to think of what we did, after what we once were. For me, though, it felt right. It felt like we’d never lost touch. Like it was inevitable that it was what we would do. But maybeit’s different for Will. Maybe he wants to keep what we had, without tainting it more than it has already been.
‘Ollie asked me to marry him.’
My hand slips on the milk jug, and cold milk spills down my bare legs. ‘Shit, Will. What the hell?’
Will scrambles to his feet. ‘Are you hurt?’
‘No, it was cold, should wear an apron, but that’s not important. He asked you tomarryhim? Again?’
Will gasps. ‘Oh my God, no, not like that.’
I laugh. ‘Then how?’
‘He asked me to marry him and Alec. Like, be his celebrant.’
I take a sigh of relief, heartbeat slowing. Placing the milk jug on the coffee machine, the milk swirls as it heats up. ‘What did you say?’
‘Well, that’s exactly it. I’ve left him hanging.’
Reaching for two coffee mugs, I turn away from him. ‘Why?’
‘Do you mind if I get it to go?’ Will asks, before continuing, ‘I don’t know if I can handle seeing Ollie marry someone else, let alone being the one who makes it happen.’
I turn back to the coffee machine, grounding the beans, watching the coffee pour. Not only am I thinking of what this means for Will, but I’m trying not to think too much about why he wants the coffee to go. ‘What do you think is the right thing to do?’
‘If I don’t do it, his marriage will be cancelled.’
I whistle. ‘And do you want it to be cancelled?’
