Page 12 of Where There's A Will
One corner of Will’s mouth curved up. “Harrods? Do I look like the kind of person who would go there?”
“Doesn’t every Brit go there at least once?”
“It’s mostly the tourists. Oh and all the rich and privileged people.”
“Then I’d be right at home.” My grin split my face. “Okay, not shopping then. What about all the parks? Kensington Gardens looks beautiful.”
“It is, but my favourite is Holland Park. In fact, if you walk anywhere around London there’s always an interesting house or garden. Plus there’s shopping on Kensington High Street.” He tilted his head to one side and winked at me.
“Hey, I’m not obsessed with shopping!” I protested. “But Harrods is one of the places on my wish list to visit. I want to get one of their green-and-gold bags.”
“Then you should go there.”
I sighed. “It’s going to be a long time.”
“Hey, I saved up enough to come over to New York. It was always my dream and I made it happen. It took a lot of hard work and sacrifice, but I’m here. And I wouldn’t change a thing.”
His head was still in the same position and it wouldn’t take much for me to lean over and kiss him.
“Neither would I.” I sighed as I closed my eyes.
As I waited for him to take the initiative, it soon became clear he wasn’t going to as nothing happened. I cracked an eyelid, to see Will sitting with his own eyes closed. Mentally I rolled mine. How was he meant to know what I wanted if he couldn’t see me? I sat up, moving away from him slightly. My movements were enough to make him sit back to attention again.
“Sorry, I almost drifted off there for a moment,” he said. “Not to sleep or anything—I was thinking about being here, in New York, in your apartment. It was…” He didn’t finish his sentence.
I hoped he meant it was nice or fun or great. Not boring or that he wanted to go home.
I didn’t want him to go.
Even though it was Sunday night and I should be getting myself sorted for the upcoming week at work.
I didn’t want to think about work now though.
I wanted to focus on what was in front of me.
Will.
How had I not seen him before? Gotten to know him already? I felt like I’d wasted the last month with thoughts of getting back with Hugo, when what I should have done was look right under my nose. A few doors down the corridor.
Will started to talk about some of the bars he’d been to in London and I relaxed again. He wasn’t going anywhere. Happily, I sipped on my wine and listened to him talk. He could go on all night and I wouldn’t get tired of his accent.
We’d only known each other properly a matter of hours.
Yet here we were sitting on the floor of my apartment, sipping wine, laughing and talking like old friends.
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Will
“We should go out to eat,” I suggested casually, as I played with Montana’s hair.
We’d been sitting on her floor for ages and she was getting closer and closer all the time. When she leaned against me, I had to restrain myself from tossing her down onto her back and kissing her until she couldn’t breathe. I knew she thought I was going to kiss her. She had her eyes closed and her mouth had twitched adorably somewhere between a kiss and those duck pouts girls did when they took selfies.
But I wanted to be certain she wanted it. We’d had almost a bottle of wine and, after all, we were pretty much strangers.
There was something between us though, I could feel it.
And if I could find any excuse to spend more time with her, then she would be more than convinced.
