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ME: Thanks, very helpful. I’m going now.
AMBER: The washing machine will be done by the time you get home. I assume you’re coming straight home.
ME: Yep, gotta wash my coat. I’ll see you soon.
Before she could contaminate my mind with another ridiculous thing about having sex in my car, I dropped my phone in my bag and left the women’s toilets.
Sometimes, I wondered how the two of us were friends, never mind live together as successfully as we did.
Hot Guy was sitting at a two-seater table, looking at his phone, and he peered up as I slowly approached the table. A smile stretched across his face, and he locked his phone before tucking it into his pocket. “Did you manage to clean your coat?”
“Not really,” I replied, hovering awkwardly. “Got more annoying bits of tissue on it than anything.”
He chuckled. “You did a good job getting it off.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You really didn’t.” His chuckle deepened into a belly laugh. “I got your coffee.”
“Thank you.” I looked at the two cups in front of us. “It’s in a mug.”
Hot Guy’s tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip when he grinned, almost mischievously. “Is it? I didn’t notice.”
I sat down in the empty chair and raised my eyebrows at him. “Funny how that happens.”
He laughed, leaning back in his seat, and held up his hands. “Hey, you can’t blame a guy for trying, can you?”
I couldn’t help but let my own gentle laugh escape. “I suppose not.”
“William.” He held his hand out across the table. “Or Will. Whichever one you’re comfortable with.”
I put mine in his. “Grace.”
“Ooh,” he said, tilting his head to the side.
“What?”
“I’m just considering how badly my sister will take the piss out of me if I, Will, bring home someone called Grace.” He wrinkled his nose. “She loves that show.”
Realisation dawned as I took my hand back, and I brought it up to cover my mouth as I laughed. “Well, that puts an end to taking me home.”
William laughed, shaking his head. He sipped his tea, looking over at me. There was something almost familiar in the glint in his eye, and his lips parted as if he was going to say something before changing his mind.
“What?” I asked. “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“No, no, you didn’t.” His brow furrowed. “You just look familiar, that’s all. Have we met before?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied.
Heck, I’d remember meeting his fine arse.
“Did we share any classes at university at all?”
“I don’t think so,” I said slowly. “Maybe. I suppose it’s possible. Where did you go?”
“Oxford.”
I couldn’t help it.
