‘Sam.’
‘Well, do you?’ It’s an awkward question to ask, but as Will walks back and forth, sunlight glistening over his nude body, I’m reminded of why he came here all along. For Ollie. For the wedding.
‘I can’t have the wedding cancelled on my account. I couldn’t live with myself.’
‘You were prepared to try and take him back, though,’ I remind him.
‘Are you purposefully being unhelpful?’ Will snaps.
I hold up my hands. ‘Woah. I’m just playing devil’s advocate.’
‘Don’t.’
I pour the warm milk into both of our mugs, Will’s in one to go. I fashion a Pikachu into his again, taking my time, extending our moments however I can. ‘I think you should speak to Ollie.’
Will walks towards me, his eyes tracing over my naked body. ‘Do you think I should do it?’
‘If they need someone to marry them, and you can do that’—I swallow—‘I think you might regret it if they call it all off because they couldn’t find anyone else.’
Will takes his coffee cup, smiling at the Pikachu floating atop. ‘Why do you have to be so sensible?’
‘Because I balance out your chaos.’
He sips his drink, and I take his hand in mine, kissing the back of it.
‘I’ll speak with him today.’
‘Good,’ I whisper. ‘Listen. Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think what we’re doing is fake anymore.’
‘We could just be good at research,’ Will says, eyes twinkling.
I laugh. ‘Maybe. I don’t want to force anything, but…’ I look at the counter, choosing my next words carefully. ‘Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you and Ollie?—’
‘Sam. Nothing.’
‘No, I know. But you have your own thing and, look, I’ll understand if you need to go back to him or anything.’
‘Sam,’ Will says. ‘Please.’
‘I’m just saying, if I lose you to him, then at least I’ll see it coming,’ I say. ‘Talk to him. Work it out. Then maybe we can do the same, and work out where we stand.’
‘You don’t want to be fake boyfriends anymore?’
My cheeks sting, but I meet him dead centre. ‘No, Will, I don’t.’
‘Prove it to me.’
‘Huh?’
Will places his coffee aside. ‘I’m hot to go, so what you going to do about it?’
I walk around the counter, taking Will’s face in my hands. ‘I want to fuck you.’
‘Then fuck me.’
I step behind him, hands snaking down his back, fingers parting his cheeks. He moans as I trace a finger over him, feeling how tight he is. I get to my knees, spreading him before my tongue explores him. He writhes against me, his knees resting against the counter.
A moan escapes his lips, and I slip my finger into him, feeling him accommodate me. Slowly, gently, I go further, feeling his warmth as he moans in delighted ecstasy. When he’s open, I stand, taking his hand and guiding him to a booth in the corner of the coffee shop, laying him down on soft pillows.
