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Will shook his head. I can t live there, Will said softly. Sam s heart sank. Without you.
Sam s head snapped up.
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Now kiss me and give me those damn keys, Will murmured.
Sam could have let out a whoop of joy. Instead, he grabbed hold of Will s hands and wrapped
them around his own, the keys in their fists. Sam curled an arm around Will s tiny waist and
tugged him so close their chests bumped.
I love you, Sam said again. Even if you get crumbs in the bed.
Sam, I love you, but...
Yes, Will?
Shut up.
Their lips met, and Sam threaded his fingers through Will s hair and kissed him senseless,
dipping him backwards as Will s foot popped up a bit. When they pulled apart, Will s cheeks
were flushed and his hair was mussed. Around them, people were murmuring and Grant was
smirking fondly.
So, you and me? In my house? Will asked, beaming.
Yeah, me and you. In my house, Sam said, kissing Will s neck.
Will laughed, rolling his eyes. For real?
For real.
Are you sure? Will asked.
Wilhelm Adler, are you deaf and dumb? Mrs. Hastings called from the back. He already
said yes! Now bring out the cake. We re all here for some sugar, sugar.
Sam winced. The moment was getting to be a bit too much for him, but he gazed at Will,
feeling happier than he had in& well, ever.
Perhaps the moment called for a bit too much, perhaps moments like these were what made
all of those annoying happy people Sam couldn t stand so happy.
Our house, Sam said softly.
Will s eyes flashed. He leaned forward and kissed Sam again.
Seriously, some cake would be amazing right now, Grant boomed from the crowd.
Will flipped Grant off over Sam s shoulder, and they went back to kissing.
It was like coming home and all that other mushy shit. And as far as mushy shit went, Sam
was becoming quite partial to Will s.
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His hands slid down and squeezed Will s ass. This was better than cake, this was better than
writing, this was Will.
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Chapter Eleven
The Icing on the Cake
Sam had never seen so much cake in one spot. And he d never dished out so much cake to so
many people so fast. They d sold out the entire shop.
But he wasn t thinking about cake, he was thinking about something much sweeter, and he
was ready to put his fork in it. He didn t want a repeat performance of the last time they d
attempted sex, but as they pulled into the driveway of their house, Will was already in his lap,
hands everywhere. Sam was worried. Really worried.
He was worried about how hard he was, how he was sober but felt drunk on Will s kisses,
and how Will was whimpering like a lost puppy in his ear.
Stop, Sam groaned, pulling Will s hands from where they were attempting to dig into his
trousers. Will, stop!
Will stilled in Sam s lap, pouting and leaning back against the steering wheel. What?
I don t want--
Please don t tell me you can t be with me now, Will blurted out quickly. After the whole
shovel thing, and the embarrassing speech, and you groping me in front of half of the town.
Sam shook his head rapidly and stroked his hand up Will s chest. I don t want to do this in
the car, he said, blushing. And I m going to if you don t stop. I want to do this in our bed.
Will smirked a little. All this talk about ours, we, us& Samuel, I m impressed. I thought
you d be scared of commitment like every other man in the world.
Just you wait, Sam replied. I ll be scared shitless in a week.
Will groaned and punched Sam in the shoulder as he slid off Sam s lap. Idiot, he said, eyes
shining. Let s go to bed, then.
They got out of Sam s car, and Sam walked Will into the house, his nerves almost getting the
better of him. He was more nervous about having sex with Will than he had been when he
sent his first book out to publishers.
When they got in to the house, stepping into the living room, Will looked around and gasped.
You& you cleaned. And& there s art on the walls. And& curtains?
Yeah, I found it all up in the attic, Sam said. It was beginning to look like a lonely asshole
lived here.
Nice, Will remarked, giving Sam a tiny smile. And--
Can we talk later? Sam asked. Will raised an eyebrow, and Sam couldn t take it anymore.
Will was looking as beautiful as he ever had, and Sam was harder than he could ever
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