Chapter Fourteen
Jamie
I was hellishly deep in a vivid dream about being on MasterChef, sweating with fear while trying to prepare a five-course meal, when an alarm sounded from somewhere behind me. That was odd because I never set an alarm, and when I cracked my eyes open, the whole room was pitch black.
It was also cold as fuck. I wiggled deeper under the thick duvet, almost wishing I’d had the sense to put clothes on when Will and I had finished fucking late last night.
I hadn’t been expecting to stay, but after dinner we’d ended up watching The Princess Bride—since Will thought I needed educating—and making out lazily on his sofa.
By the time we’d dragged ourselves upstairs to fuck, it had been late, and Will had refused to let me leave afterwards because he’d said it was dangerous for me to drive back in the dark and the snow.
And considering how little I’d enjoyed driving up to the farm in the first place, I hadn’t been about to argue with him.
“S’okay, go back to sleep,” Will said gruffly from beside me. He was still naked, his body radiating warmth as I slid myself across the small gap between us and wrapped my body around his.
“Or you could stay here,” I said, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. What was the fun of waking up naked if we didn’t take advantage of it? “It’s still dark, and it’s fucking freezing. You should stay here and fuck me instead.”
Will rolled over, pushing me onto my back and lying half-across me. His soft cock was hot against my thigh, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to get him hard. It would be so easy for him to slide inside me and fuck me deep and slow the way I was craving.
“I could,” he said as he leant down to brush his lips against mine. “But I have sheep to feed, and they won’t wait just so you can get laid.”
“How rude of them.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him against me. “I can’t even convince you to let me jerk you off?”
“Mmm, it’s tempting, but no.” He kissed me softly. “Go back to sleep. It’s only half five. I’ll come back in a few hours and fuck you then.”
“Half five?” I groaned as Will climbed off me, throwing the duvet off so he could climb out of bed. “No, I refuse to believe it. That’s an utterly absurd time of day to get up.”
“That’s why I told you to go back to sleep,” he said with a soft chuckle. “I’ll just grab some clothes and get dressed in the bathroom.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m awake. And if you’re going to walk around naked, it would be rude not to let me watch.”
Will chuckled again and flicked on the small lamp beside the bed before standing. He didn’t seem to notice the cold as he walked over to a large chest of drawers and began fishing things out, his body illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp.
Sitting up enough to get a good view, I watched him closely and pulled the duvet close around me, trying to draw every smidgen of warmth out of it.
This situation was so unfamiliar to me. I’d had hook-ups get up and leave first thing but never this early.
And it had always been them leaving my house, not leaving me in their house.
“Are you okay with me staying here?” I asked, suddenly unsure. “Would you rather I left before you came back?”
Will looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “No, I want you to stay. I’m not turfing you out. Besides, I said I’d fuck you when I got back, and I thought that was what you wanted?”
“It is… I’m just…” I sighed. “Ignore me, I’m still half-asleep.”
“Stay,” Will said softly, walking around the bed to kiss me and still holding a pair of boxers in one hand. “You’re not intruding, and it’s not weird. I promise.”
“As long as you’re sure.”
“I wouldn’t have said it otherwise.”
“I’m not convinced,” I said with a wry smile. “I think you’re too polite to tell me to fuck off.”
Will snorted. “If you say so, posh boy.” He kissed me again and stood up, starting to get dressed. As he walked back to the chest of drawers, he passed the window and stopped to look out between the curtains. “I don’t think you’d be leaving anyway.”
“Why? Has the apocalypse arrived?”
“No, just another two foot of snow.”
“You’re shitting me.” I stared at him, convinced it had to be a lie.
“I’m not,” he said, turning away from the window, his mouth set into a hard line. “I’ll try and be back as soon as I can, but it might take me a while. I’ll have to help Dylan with the yard as well as doing the rounds. We’ll need to clear the drive too.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “Just do what you need. I’ll be here.”
I watched him pull on the rest of his clothes, wondering whether I should offer to help. I didn’t exactly have a suitable wardrobe for the occasion, but I was sure I could borrow a coat. And even I could lift a shovel or something. Did you even use shovels to move snow?
“I’ve got my phone if you need me,” Will said, leaning over the bed to give me a quick kiss before he headed towards the door.
“Stay safe,” I called as the door closed, then I heard his footsteps echoing on the landing and down the stairs.
Will had left the lamp on, but I didn’t lean over to turn it off.
Instead, I just slid across to his side of the bed and buried myself in the duvet, breathing in the scent of him on the pillows while I let my gaze linger on the room.
It was simply decorated with plain cream walls and wooden furniture.
There were a few trinkets here and there, and a stack of books on a small bookcase, but no pictures on the walls or massive personal touches.
It was clean and tidy too without even a stray t-shirt lingering on the floor.
The room felt almost unlived in. Maybe Will was so busy he only viewed his room as a place to sleep and occasionally fuck, but to me, it felt like a reflection on Will’s life, practical but empty of joy and love.
If I lived here, I thought as I sank back into the pillows, sleep threatening to pull me under, I’d have to fix that.
When I woke again, the room wasn’t any warmer, but there was now light in the gap between the curtains where Will had peered out earlier.
The old alarm clock on the bedside table said it was nearly eight, which seemed like a more reasonable time to get up, even if I usually considered it far too early.
My one problem was that I hadn’t brought anything with me except food.
I could stomach wearing most of the same clothes as yesterday, but I drew the line at rewearing underwear. I had some standards.
Scooting quickly across to the other side of the bed, I grabbed my phone and returned to the warm bit I’d been snuggled in.
Will had said he’d be back in a few hours, but I could only guess what time that would be, and I thought it would be rude to still be in bed when he got back.
I could at least attempt to make myself presentable.
Jamie
Random question, but can I borrow some underwear, please? I don’t have anything with me. Hope you haven’t frozen to death yet!
I wasn’t expecting an instant response, so I scrolled through social media while I waited, casually liking various pictures from bars, clubs, and restaurants as well as Daisy’s newest handbag and some photos from her recent trip to Verbier.
I noticed she hadn’t posted about her boyfriend recently, and I was really hoping she’d seen sense and dumped him. She deserved so much better.
As I was pondering Daisy’s romantic life, another message flashed up on the screen.
Will
Sure, help yourself. They’re in the top drawer. If you need anything else, t-shirts are in the second drawer and jumpers in the bottom. Not frozen yet but might be soon. Should be back in about an hour for a bit.
Jamie
Thanks! I’ll see you soon. Do you want breakfast?
Will
I can just grab some toast or something.
Toast didn’t really seem like it would be enough, and I was sure it wouldn’t be that hard for me to throw together something a little more substantial. It didn’t have to be Michelin-star worthy just edible. I didn’t want to be responsible for Will getting food poisoning.
But that did mean I’d have to get out of bed…
“Fuck, it’s cold,” I grumbled as I slid out from under the thick duvet, practically sprinting across to Will’s chest of drawers to retrieve some clean underwear.
We were about the same size, so I grabbed a pair of soft blue boxer-briefs and a thick pair of socks, pulling them on at a record pace.
I dragged my jeans on, hopping up and down to pull them over my frozen thighs. Then I paused.
I’d worn a stylish grey cashmere jumper last night, and while it was absolutely gorgeous in the most understated and elegant way, it wasn’t the most practical or warm.
If the rest of Will’s house was as cold as his room, I was going to need something thicker.
Especially if I planned on venturing outside.
Opening the second drawer, I found a selection of t-shirts and folded shirts. Will was a little broader in the shoulders than me, but with a bit of digging I found a black t-shirt that fit reasonably well and would be fine as a base layer, especially tucked into my jeans.
The bottom drawer was a pain the ass to open, but eventually, I heaved it out far enough to see a few thick, woolly jumpers all wedged together.
I grabbed a chunky, cable-knitted one in dark green, which had little flecks of colour splattered throughout the wool.
It was a bit big, but hopefully it would be in a stylish way rather than making it look like I didn’t know how to dress myself.
Finally dressed and feeling a little warmer for my efforts, I shoved my phone into the pocket of my jeans and headed downstairs, making a quick pit-stop in the bathroom as I went.