Will
WILL
It’s been three blissful weeks of Bridget and . Sure, Bridget and have existed before. Independently. Then as friends. Then as friends-with-benefits. But never as a unit. As Bridget-and-. As something said almost in the same breath, one word, one meaning.
Three weeks of the same things they had before, without hiding the way they feel about each other.
Everything is ten times better. Everything is ten times more visceral.
Everything is her.
hasn’t been this happy in… He can’t remember how long. Certainly not since his mother’s accident and maybe even long before then.
And while he’s aware it could all come crumbling down any second now, he knows he only needs to last a few more weeks. Then, it will all be over. All the stress, all the hiding, will be done. He won’t have to watch what he says, and will be able to just… be.
He knows he’s an awful man for not telling her yet, but he’s just protecting her. And protecting them.
Shit, who the hell is he kidding? He knows he’s mostly protecting himself.