Page 50 of A DIY Christmas Miracle
This time, I was pretty damn sure I wasn’t dreaming. And if I was, then I’d been dreaming for a long time now and didn’t want to wake up. Ever. Because I was lying on the couch, my head resting in Will’s lap while Will played with my hair, sending shivers down my spine.
Even if Will wanted me to move, I couldn’t. My muscles had melted into a warm, comfortable puddle of goo. All the tension had left my body, and the only worry I had was not starting to drool from relaxation.
We were watching a movie Will had chosen. There were dirty plates piled up on the coffee table because we’d eaten dinner a couple of hours ago. Next to the plates were cups, glasses, and an empty bag of chips.
After we’d sorted everything out, the day had gone by pretty damn quickly. Well, we’d sorted a few things out. I now knew Will hadn’t rejected me, but nothing more.
For some reason, I didn’t need to know more right now, because my hope had come back to life with a vengeance. Hope paired with a weird certainty everything would work out just fine in the end. After all, Will and I hadn’t stopped touching for more than maybe five minutes at a time since this afternoon. We were two magnets constantly drawing each other in.
I loved it. I just wished we could’ve spent the last week just like this. Who knows, if my plan had worked and that damn snowstorm had hit us, maybe we’d have found our way to one another sooner. I really wouldn’t have minded waking up and falling asleep in his arms more often. And this? Just lounging on the couch, binging movies, and cuddling? It was kinda perfect.
On the other hand, maybe Fate knew what she was doing. And she’d more than made up for calling the snowstorm off by letting Will’s truck break down. She’d given us a second chance. One that we were making the most of.
“Can’t we stay here forever?” I murmured quietly. Of course, it was wishful thinking. I was well aware of the fact that we couldn’t just stay holed up here forever. We had to go home, back to our lives and our plans. We wanted to celebrate New Year’s with our friends tomorrow, and school would start not long after, but still… I didn’t want to leave. This thing between us, if it could even be called a thing, felt so tender, so fragile. As if it might break under the weight of the real world. Here, we were in our own little bubble. Just the two of us. I didn’t want it to burst.
“I wish we could,” Will replied just as quietly as I’d spoken, his voice all gentle and smiles. “But we can’t. The next guests will arrive tomorrow. Besides, Cassy would be disappointed if you weren’t there to celebrate New Year’s with her.”
“Pah,” I said, shaking my head. “She has Josh. She can manage without me.” But a part of me didn’t want to miss New Year’s with our friends. A different part of me, however… a different part of me was deathly afraid this thing would end here tomorrow. That Will might suddenly realize I wasn’t for him and he’d want nothing to do with me. That he might see this as some sort of belated vacation fling…
“I can hear you thinking.” Will caressed my forehead with his warm fingertips, smoothing out the wrinkles until I relaxed. “Everything is fine, isn’t it?”
“But will it still be tomorrow?” I asked.
“What do you think might change?”
“Maybe… I don’t know. Maybe you’ll change your mind, or maybe this thing between us is just… I don’t know.”
Will looked down at me, shaking his head in bemusement. His glasses slowly slid down his nose, but he ignored them. He was too busy caressing my cheeks.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment forever, thinking it would never be real. Believe me, I won’t suddenly change my mind after waiting for you for two years.”
Two years… he… had he just saidtwo years?
A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, spreading across my face in no time at all until I was beaming, slowly realizing what his words meant. He had feelings for me. Had apparently had them for two years now. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. Warmth exploded inside of me, heating up every last inch of my body. Suddenly, my muscles were back online, readying to spring into action, just waiting for their orders. I quickly gave them, jumped to my feet, and then climbed onto Will’s lap, looking him straight in the eyes.
“You’re serious?” I asked, feeling the need to make sure even though I was already grinning from ear to ear. “For two years?”
“Oh… uhm…” His eyes nervously flitted through the room, never stopping in one place for more than a second, a blush slowly creeping up his neck, settling in his cheeks.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my forehead against his, and just smiled, feeling like I might never be able not to smile again.
“That’s so cute.” It meant he’d been in love with me for almost as long as I’d been in love with him. All this time I’d spent thinking he didn’t want me or even like me that much, while he’d probably thought the same.
We were fucking idiots!
“I’m not cute,” Will complained half-heartedly, but his lips curled into a smile, which told me he didn’t actually mind me calling him cute. Good to know because I had a vague feeling I’d be calling him that a lot more.
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m…”
“Shut up,” I interrupted him and leaned in to kiss him. I wanted to know what his lips felt like finally. I’d been waiting for this moment for years, and now… I groaned when our lips met. Will sighed, melting against me. His lips were so warm, so soft. A little rough, but not in an unpleasant way. Nope. They were perfect. So fucking perfect as they moved against mine, completely in sync, as if our bodies were already attuned to each other.
A shiver ran down my spine. I plastered myself against Will, soaking up the feeling of his front against mine. My eyes fell closed as his tongue tentatively licked at his bottom lip.
I could hardly tell where I ended and he began.
There were hands on my hips, holding me steady. My hands were buried in his hair. His tongue nudged against my lip again until I opened up and my tongue met his. My moans, his sighs.
