Page 31 of His Small Town Girl


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“You want to tell me what that was about?” I ask with a small chuckle, so he knows I’m not angry. How could I be when I wanted to scratch Jess’s eyes just for looking at Will? When it comes to being jealous, I’m just as bad as Will.

“That was about my lovely bayou prom queen meeting her perfect match with that cowboy doctor.” Will steps closer to me and peers down into my eyes with a sad smile. I hate that smile. It feels like an acknowledgment of every person that has said Will and I are not a match.

“Too bad she has a thing for tortured writers.” I wrap my arms around his waist and smile up at him. My smile is the opposite of his, full of hope for a future I’m not sure I can have.

“For now, but one day she might realize that a cowboy doctor is a much better fit for her small town, do-gooder ways than a cynical city slicker.” He rests his forehead against mine and takes a deep breath.

“Probably the same day you realize that you are really into said cowboy’s swooning sister.” I say, before feigning Jess’s squeaky voice. “‘Oh, Will, can I visit you in New York?’”

Will pulls back with a laugh. “How about we start by visiting my room?” He whispers as he pulls me through the open door, closing it by pressing me back into it.

“Smooth.” I laugh, but he cuts me off with just a look. A focused, hungry look that makes the laugh freeze in my throat. The air feels very heavy suddenly.

He presses his body into mine, pinning me against the door as one of his hands grips my hip and the other lazily traces my lips. My skin heats beneath his fingers and I’m frustratingly aware of every place our bodies touch.

“I believe you have me slightly unhinged, Hannah George.” Will whispers as he places a frustratingly light kiss just below my ear.

“Why is that?” I breathe as he kisses down my neck. I’m not sure I can even follow our conversation, as the majority of my brain is silently begging that he kisses me more.

“Because I find your jealousy to be stupidly intoxicating.” Will answers and then his lips meet mine.

My hands are tangled in his hair, and his hands are, well, everywhere. I’ve done hot and heavy make out sessions before, but none has ever made me feel like this. My whole body feels charged and with every brush of Will’s hands, heat pools and I feel ready to combust. When he bites my ear lobe I gasp, sighing his name.

“Say that again.” Will groans, pressing his body harder into mine.

“Will.” I breathe, and it sounds somewhere between a plea and worship.

“Guess there is something other than anger that can bring your accent out.” He says with a breathy chuckle, before he resumes kissing me, this time lifting me up, so my legs are wrapped around his waist. He pulls away from the wall, with me still wrapped around him, and walks to the bed where he lays me down, pinning me beneath his body and the weight of him pressed against every part of me feels amazing.

His hands continue driving me wild, brushing and squeezing while his mouth smothers my moans with driving kisses. When he reaches to pull off my shirt though, warning bells go off in my head, and as much as I’d rather ignore them and continue, I push on Will’s chest and he pulls back, looking down at me with a dilated gaze.

“I don’t want to sleep with you Will.” The words come out before I can find a way to phrase them better, but I needed to get them out before I gave into his heavy-lidded look. My words must surprise him because he rears back and rolls off me, looking very confused.

“Not sure I’ve ever heard that before.” Will chuckles, but I can see the hurt in his face.

“I’m waiting for marriage, or at least someone I know I’m going to marry.” I explain, but I don’t apologize. I never apologize for having boundaries. I learned that from Wesley.

“I should have known.” Will groans.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I’m unsure if I should be offended.

“Nothing bad.” Will reassures. “It’s just that at this point, I know you. I know you and what you want out of life. I should have realized you wouldn’t want to move too fast with a summer fling.”

“Is that a problem?” I’m having trouble reading his expression. I’m not sure if his tense smile is due to the awkwardness of the conversation or if he is suddenly regretting this short-lived relationship.

“No, I have no issue respecting your boundaries. Plus, it would have just made it messy when this ends.” Will says easily.

“True.” I agree, but I feel a little messy inside already.

I kiss Will good night and go back to my room then because I’m afraid if I stay any longer, he will see my feelings aren’t quite as clean cut as his. Though as I lay in bed alone with my thoughts, I’m even more afraid that I haven’t realized myself how messy, exciting, terrifying, and deep my feelings for Will Whitmore are.

Chapter 23

One week later I get a call from Flynn and since I’m alone in my hotel room, I go ahead and answer. I’m not necessarily hiding Flynn from Will. I’m just not volunteering the information. It would only serve to piss him off and there is really nothing for Will to worry about in the Flynn department. Plus, it would also mean that I would have to tell Will about New York and I’m still not ready for that.

“Hi, Flynn.” I greet, wondering why he is calling.

“Hi, Hannah, how is the trip going? Have you guys found Susan yet?” Flynn asks, and the excited, nervous quality of his voice makes me grin. It reminds me of the first time Wesley asked me out in high school.

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