My heart jumps.
‘I don’t think you’re just a pretty package,’ Will says. ‘You’re someone I want to have around.’
Tears prick my eyes and I look down, reaching for the napkin on the table. I can taste them, feel the way my throat waters.
‘Sam?’
‘Sorry,’ I say, before clearing my throat. My voice is deeper, gruff, trying to stop him detecting the tears.
‘What are you doing with your voice?’
‘Nothing,’ I huff.
‘The macho man look is hot and everything, but are you okay?’
I finally look at him. ‘I’ve never felt appreciated like this.’
Will pulls me towards him, kissing me. I hope he’s not tasting the salty tears. I hope it’s not damp and disappointing. But equally, I know what I need to do. I want to make this proper. I want to be able to call Will my boyfriend.
‘Should we make this?—’
‘There you are!’
Chapter Forty-Six
WILL
Day Thirteen
Lydia stands before us, wearing a sunflower dress that I love and holding a glass of wine. She takes the seat opposite Sam, making herself comfortable.
‘Not interrupting anything, am I?’ Lydia asks.
Actually, yes, you are. Things were about to get real. What was Sam about to say? The words haunt me.Should we make this…
What?
Official?
Real?
The beginning of the end?
And if he had been about to make us official, what the hell would I have done? Agreed to it? Acted like this isn’t some whirlwind romance in the Greek sunshine? As nice as his fantasy is, we’re literally countries apart.
‘You must be Sam.’ Lydia holds out her hand, shaking his. ‘I’ve heard a lot about you.’
‘You have?’ Sam asks, looking at me.
I feel like I’ve tasted something bitter. Like this is doomed to be a holiday fling. Sam lives in Greece, and I… don’t.
‘I’m sure you have heard lots about me, too,’ Lydia says glibly.
‘Um,’ Sam begins, just as the waitress appeared.
‘Can I take your order?’
‘Two rosés,’ Sam orders for the both of us. Is this what my future would look like if I had Sam at my side? Him knowing my order? Him looking at me like he… like he wants me?
