William Nylander - Part 9
I scurry out of my bed, doing a weird hopping dance in the middle of my room because I don’t know what to do. Looking down at myself I regret taking off the dress I wore to the play, but it’s already draped over my chair and Will knows I’ve been home for a while. And to be honest, I don’t feel like changing out of my bed clothes because that would mean putting a bra on.
Will might be interested in me when I’m all dressed up for the day, not so sure how we will feel about the pony tail straight on top of my head and hobo look, but I guess I’m going to find out. Shoving my glasses up my nose I send him my apartment number and peek out of my room and down the hall. I can still hear Nathan’s even snoring. Tip toeing out, I turn off the lights to the living room and place a small trash can beside his head. Just in case.
My heart races as I wait anxiously at my door, I told Will not to knock, that I would look for him through the door. I don’t live very far from the arena, if that was even where he was, so he should be here soon. What am I even supposed to do with him? The thought invades my mind and I freeze, I hadn’t even considered what we might do. Glancing around my apartment there’s not a whole lot and because we will most likely have to hideout in my bedroom thanks to sleeping beauty, there’s even less to do.
I glance through the peep hole again and nearly fall over when a man appears. His hat is dark and pulled low over his ears but I know the posture, the walk. I quickly open the door and usher him in.
“Down the hall,” I whisper, my hand grasping his arm.
I lead the way to my room, Kota looking up expectantly from her perch on my windowsill when we walk in. Closing the door softly behind me, I turn to face him.
He looks at me with eyebrows raised and an amused expression. “Couldn’t even take off my shoes?”
I blush and glance down, bad mistake. My eyes wander his suit, black and tight in all the right places. When my eyes finally find his shoes my face is baked. “I was just nervous,” I mutter and he laughs.
“I was just poking fun at you, Y/N. I get it,” he says and moves closer to me, but only to use a hand to brace himself against the wall. Wiggling his shoes off with his free hand and depositing them on the hardwood part of my flooring rather than the carpeting.
I watch him silently, I had never figured out what I was supposed to do with him. He said he wanted to see me and now here he is.
“So, other than the drunk boy in the next room, how was the play?” Will asks, straightening back up and unbuttoning his jacket, which I really wish he wouldn’t do. The jacket was puffy and didn’t distract me like his suit jacket does. When he moves to take that off as well I make a noise in my throat and cover it with a cough.
“I wouldn’t know, I was more focused on keeping Nathan at bay.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them and Will frowns at me.
“What do you mean?”
I hesitate and he notices, his frown deepening.
“He’s your friend right? That’s what you called him earlier…”
“Yes! Yes, he’s my friend!” I snap to attention. “Well,” I sigh and look down at the floor. “I think of him as a friend, I’m not exactly sure what he considers me…” A lie. I know exactly what he wants me to be. “I’m hoping it’s just a phase thing, ya know?” I pick at my finger nails, level with the base of my belly.
“Y/N,” Will says, but I keep my eyes down. “Y/N, look at me,” he says again and I still don’t. I feel horrible actually saying the words out loud. Why did I tell him that?
A hand reaches under my chin. Warm and gentle, Will raises my face to force me to look at him. I’m surprised when there’s a smile directed at me.
“I’m not upset with you. I understand, and I like that you were honest with me even though you clearly looked like you didn’t want to be,” Will says softly and I swallow. His eyes are so blue. “I appreciate it. And I kinda had a feeling it was like that.”
I frown at him, not just because he lets my chin go, but because of his words.
“What do you mean you had a feeling?” I ask, walking slowly to the side of my bed. The only place to sit because of the tower of clothes occupying both of the chairs in my room. I gesture that he can sit as well and he follows me, I can tell he’s thinking his words over.
“Well,” he starts as I slide down onto my bed, leaning against my headboard and pulling a pillow into my lap. “During that game you were all at, every time I looked at you… he was looking at you as well. Every time.” Will says, eyeing my bed a little warily before settling down on the opposite side, his back to my door, facing me.
I chew on the inside of my cheek, picking at pillow in my lap.
“Did you look at me often?”
I can’t believe I just asked that.
Will laughs and I blush furiously. “Yes, a little more than was necessary.”
I can’t help the next question, I’m already embarrassed, why not add to the embarrassment.
“Can I ask why?”
I peek up at him, another amused grin on his face.
“I figured that was obvious,” he says simply and I give him a skeptical look. “Alright, fine. I had noticed you at the game a while back, you were sitting across the ice near the penalty box and I think it was just your sister with you. I don’t know how I noticed you that first game, I just looked up during warm ups and there you were. You were laughing at something that your sister was saying.”
I eye him, his eyes are on the pillow I’m still picking at. His cheeks are a faint pink, his hat still low on his head and I resist the urge to pull it off him. I remember exactly what he’s referring to. The only other time that Rian and I had sat near at the glass.
“I don’t know, I just kept finding excuses to find you in the crowd after. I don’t think you ever so much as glanced at me,” Will chuckles softly and I smile.
“I doubt that. I watch everyone,” I tease and he gives me a look.
“See, here I am, trying to tell you how I thought you were the prettiest girl I had seen and you continue to wound me,” he clasps a hand over his heart, falling dramatically back onto my bed. I giggle as his head flops down by my leg, his hat finally coming off much to my happiness.
“I am not wounding your ego, William,” I roll my eyes, hiding my laughter.
“Oh, but you are,” Will nods, not sitting back up.
I keep my eyes trained on his face though I’m very tempted to look down at his shirt tightly pressed against his chest and stomach.
“Then when I saw you right next to the tunnel, I nearly fell over. I had looked for you in the area you were the last game, I had thought you weren’t there. Then when I turned around, there you were. So I threw a puck at you without thinking and was greatly relieved when you were distracted and didn’t see who did it.”
Will smiles again and my breath catches in my throat. How can one person be so pretty?
“Then when you finally looked at me, I was so relieved. Like I had been waiting for it since the last game. But then I hit you with the damn puck,” he shakes his head and presses his palms against his eyes. “I felt so horrible when I saw it was you doubled over in the stands. I begged our trainer to stitch you up, it’s against policy for some reason but I whined enough that he gave in. When you didn’t come back… I couldn’t focus on the rest of the game I felt so horrible.”
Pressing my lips together, I reach out slowly, grabbing one of his wrists in my hand and pulling it gently away from his face.
“I was fine though, just a cut. The trainer just thought it was best to keep me there so I wouldn’t blush so much with people staring at me, to help the swelling I think he said,” I offer a small smile but his eyes are on my hand, still around his wrist.
“Sorry,” I say, moving to drop it but he twists his hand, pulling mine closer to his face and forcing me to lean forward in the process.
“And you say I have callouses,” he teases and I scowl.
“Shut up. I’m an editor, do you know how much writing and scribbling I do every day?” I ask him, pushing my hand forward which he doesn’t expect and I clamp it over his face.
Will laughs, his lips pressing against my palm and turns his face to escape my grip. “No, I don’t. But I hope to find out,” he says, taking my hand back in his, though I don’t think he realizes it. I have to shift farther down on my bed so I don’t break my back while he idly plays with my fingers, tracing the veins just visible on my skin with his own fingers.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask him softly, unable to take the silence any longer.
“Trying to think of a good date idea,” he answers and again I smile at his honesty.
“I don’t think you have to try too hard, Will,” I reassure him. He makes a face like he doesn’t believe me, still staring at my ceiling. I take the time to study him. His eyes look a bit tired, but he just played a hockey game, it’s expected. His hair is a wild mess, half in his hat and half out. I clench my free hand in a fist to avoid reaching out and stroking it.
A goal horn from my T.V. sounds and we both look up at my screen, watching the goal reply.
“Sick,” Will says, turning his head back towards my ceiling.
“Sorry it’s so boring in here,” I say, flicking my eyes down to him and then back to the T.V.
“Boring? I’m not bored,” Will says blinking up at me.
My heart flutters for a reason unknown, his long eyelashes brush his skin, the shadows of them dancing on the hood of his eyes when he stares up at me.
“Whatever you say,” I sigh and my attention is caught but a black fuzzy stuck in his hair. Reaching out slowly, so he sees my hand coming, I grab the piece of lint and drag it from his hair. It’s even softer than I thought it would be. We both watch the fuzzy drift down to the floor when I let it go.
When I set my hand back down on my leg, inches from his head he turns to look at me.
“I’m sure there’s more,” he says and his eyes glitter like a child’s making me laugh.
“Sure there is.”
I bring my hand back to his hair, swooping the floppy strands back off his forehead. Will’s eyes close and I chuckle.
“I thought girls were the ones who always want their hair played with?” I tease him and he squints at me with one eye. A sliver of a sapphire.
“You aren’t playing, you’re searching,” he admonishes.
“Right. Just searching,” I whisper, his eye closing again. A content expression moving across his face as he flips my other hand still being held captive in his. His thumb nail scratches again my palm and my belly clenches. I inhale sharply and I know Will hears me. He continues the slow assault of my palm and I shift in my spot, unsure what to do and bewildered that something so simple could have that big of effect on my body. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I squeeze my hand closed, halting his progress back towards my wrist.
“That tickles,” I whimper, my breathing shaky and my face on fire.
At this, Will looks up at me, clearly pleased with himself. “Just tickles?” He asks in a low tone and I whimper again, this hand is stronger than mine and he opens my fingers up, continuing the trail. It hurts, but not in a way that I pull away. Instead it feels like a hot coal on my skin, spreading warmth up my arm.
“Thought so,” he whispers, sitting back up and scooting so he’s sitting beside my knees and his knees are at my hip. Never letting go of his hand.
I hold his gaze for a moment, an electric feel in the air as we stare at each other. Daring each other to look away first. I fight back a smile and he raises his eyebrows.
“Apparently the air in my room is a little dry,” I say, flashing my eyes to his hair and back again.
Immediately, Will raises his free hand to his hair and feels the strands standing on end. I giggle at the exasperated expression on his face.
“Every damn time I try to set a mood with you,” he moans and I fall back onto my pillows in a fit of giggles as he tries and fails to flatten his hair back down. Will blinks at me several times as I try to contain my laughter, a smile playing across his lips.
“What?” I ask, gasping for breath.
“It’s a pretty sound when you laugh like that,” he replies and I take a deep breath in.
“Here,” I start, stretching across my bed to my nightstand to grab a bottle of lotion. When I reach out for the bottle the small mirror beside it shows Will’s reflection, and his eyes trained on the seat of my pants. I press the bottle to deposit some of the lotion onto the palm of my hand, trying to press the thrill of excitement that flashed through me down.
“You know, it’s rude to stare,” I raise an eyebrow at him as I rock myself back onto my heels in front of him. A wolfish grin appears, one I hadn’t seen before and my stomach clenches again.
“Sorry,” he says. He doesn’t sound sorry at all.
I rub my hands together, letting all the lotion sink in, Will watching me.
“Alright,” I say and lean into him, running my hands along his hair and making it sit back down on his skull. “Hair tips 101,” I grin at him and startle when I realize how close I’ve put myself. “Uhh…” I trail off, letting my hands finish their job before falling weakly to his shoulders. “All better.”
Will hasn’t said anything, just watched me silently, his face dark. The sapphires that had just been winking at me now burning in a different way. I swallow hard in my throat, unsure whether to move away or not.
Will answers my silent question, one hand lightly brushing against my leg as it snakes around my back. Being on my knees, I’m a few inches above him though he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead his breathing changes, now deeper and louder as his eyes flicker to my mouth and back again. I keep my eyes trained on his, seeing desire there and something else I can’t put a finger on.
Ever so achingly slow, our faces come closer together. My hands still rest on his shoulders as his other hand runs from my knee to my waist, the thin fabric of my leggings isn’t much to shield the trail of fire his fingers make. He breathes in and I breathe out. Everything in sync.
“Y/N,” Will whispers just before his eyes flutter closed, mine following suit as he tips his head up to mine, his warm lips brush my own.
Fire, white hot soars through my veins. My heart hammers against my chest when he pulls away just slightly, gauging my reaction. I open my eyes and just barely turn the corners of my lips up in answer of his silent question before his lips are back on mine.
My hands seem to remember how to work and I drag them through his now perfect hair, messing it once more. His hand presses into my back, urging me closer as his tongue lightly traces my upper lip. I open immediately, the taste of spearmint and something sweet mix together in a delicious manner. I instantly crave more and give into the hand pressing against my back, moving so I’m straddling his one stretched out leg.
His head is now fully turned up to mine, I breathe in deeply, my hands on either side of his face. My belly against his chest, but only for a moment and then he falls backwards, pulling me with him. The feeling of his strong body beneath mine is equally delicious to the taste of his mouth. Will makes a noise and I move to pull back but he beats me to it, rolling so I’m now beneath him, my head almost dangling off the foot end of my bed. First kiss turned make out session, nice.
Will’s weight presses into me, and its a thousand times better than before. I can feel every part of him, the strain of his muscles as he holds some of his body weight off of me, his elbow beside my head. Our kiss deepens and I feel like I’m falling with no fear in the world. My hands spread out across his back, his dress shirt is thick but I can still feel every muscle, defined after years of hard work.
My other hand snakes back up to his hair, pulling harder than I intended to and Will groans low in his throat and I can feel another part of him suddenly. Will finally breaks his lips from mine, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon. But he doesn’t stop, one hand finds my cheek, angling my head back slightly so he can kiss along my jaw and neck. I whimper at his assault of my senses. I swear I can see the sun behind his head.
“Will,” I whimper, my feet rubbing together. His only response is to bite my neck softly. I yelp and rake my hands down his back again. I lose all sense of time. Eventually his mouth finds mine again and I explore his neck as well.
All hands and tongues until there’s a knock on my bedroom door.