Will
WILL
can’t believe this is his life. He can’t believe he’s in Bridget’s bed, her arms wrapped around his neck, legs hooked over his hips like she needs to hold on to him even in her sleep as she drools all over his bare chest.
Tonight was perfect. Tonight was everything he’d ever hoped for and more.
As he runs his fingers through her soft, flaming red hair, he smiles, thinking over every single event that led to this moment in time. There are many things that has done throughout his life that he wishes he could take back. His mother’s accident, specifically, which led to a series of unfortunate consequences he will have to live with forever. Since the crash, he’s sworn he would give up anything if it meant it would make his mother walk again. And while he still means it, he can’t deny that something amazing came from it: he would never have met Bridget if it hadn’t been for it. After all, there was no way a sane Jacobs would ever have worked for Stevenson—taking on a job at this company was a clear sign of desperation for anyone who knew him—and it doesn’t seem like Bridget and had any friends in common. So would they have ever met otherwise? Would he have had to go on living his lonely life without her?
The thought is terrorizing and not something he wants to entertain for a second longer. just wants to close his eyes and enjoy this moment right here, the intimacy of it all, the pure peace he feels when he’s with her.