They would get up in the morning, eat, and then spend the rest of the day in each other’s company. Sometimes they would talk and sometimes they would sit in comfortable silence and read.
Aria liked that they got on so well; in some way, it almost felt like they were an old married couple. But there was just one thing that kept bugging her; the fact that Will kept her at a distance.
The only time he touched her was that first night when she had asked him to stay, when he had held her hand until she had fallen asleep. After that night, he went to sleep on her sofa, and she felt too embarrassed to ask him to stay with her.
So, they would go to sleep separately, and then Aria would lay there in the dark for hours cursing herself for being a chicken until finally falling into a restless sleep filled with dreams of Will.
It was stupid, of course, since Will was doing exactly as she had asked him that night; he was being her friend. But as the days went by, and she got to spend so much time in his presence, Aria was beginning to regret her decision.
Will was wonderful. He was smart and funny, not to mention absolutely gorgeous and with each new day Aria fell more.
She kept picturing what it would be like if he was hers, the memory of their short kiss invading her every waking thought so much so that she was barely able to look at him without going Nura.
They were currently seating at the couch, watching some comedy, and she couldn’t keep her eyes of him. She tried, she really did, but every time she started getting into movie, he would laugh out loud, a deep, rich sound that made her toes curl up, his eyes crinkling in the corners and his smile so wide and beautiful, and just like that she was once again back at the beginning.
“Why are you looking at me?” he suddenly asked, making her realize that she had been sitting there staring at him like a fool not even noticing that the movie had ended.
“I… I wasn’t looking….” she stuttered, looking down and letting her hair fall over her face as she blushed in embarrassment.
“Look at me.” he said quietly, the couch dipping as he scooted closer. She shook her head, feeling slightly silly at acting so childish, until she felt his fingers beneath her chin urging her to look up.
“Hey there.” he said, a worried frown on his face, his eyes so green that it made her breath hitch.
“Are you okay?.” he asked, his brows scrunched up in confusion, and that’s when it finally hit her.
What was she doing? Here was this great guy, who obviously cared about her, and who liked her for some crazy reason and she kept him at bay simply because she was scared.
But that’s just it. That’s what love was; scary and overwhelming and yet the most beautiful thing in the world.
So, instead of answering him, she did something she had been only dreaming about for the past months. She grabbed his sweater with her hand and pulled him closer, before she kissed him.
How do you know?
“Is everything okay, Meg?” Will asked his sister as they ate their weekly lunch at Meg’s house. Meg had been distant and lost in thoughts for the last two hours, which made Will worried because Meg never acted like that. She was usually cheerful and relaxed, so to see her like this raised several red flags.
Meg looked up at the sound of his voice, but Will could see that she hadn’t heard a word that he had said.
“Did you say something, bro?”
“I asked if everything was alright. You seem like you’ve got something on your mind. It's not Aria, is it? Because I already told you that I am serious about her, so there’s nothing to worry about. I’ve finally managed to get her to agree to date me, so I’m not going to do anything to screw that up.”
“No, no is not Aria. I just have a lot on my mind today. Don’t worry about it.” she said, dismissing his worries. Will was not satisfied with that answer, but he would never pressure his sister. When she was ready, he knew that Meg would come to him like she always did.
They finished their meal in the same fashion, as Will talked and Meg stared through the window like it held all the answers to whatever it was that was bothering her. Biting his tongue, Will acted like everything was okay, and after finishing their meal went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
“How do you know that you’re in love?”
Will was startled by the question, which made him almost drop the plate he was washing when he heard Meg behind him since he had thought that the man was outside by the pool.
“What?”, Will asked him, not sure if he had heard her correctly.
“How do you know if you’re in love?” Meg repeated the question, enunciating every word like she was talking to a child. Will threw a glare her way, before thinking about the question.
“Well, I don’t know. I guess it’s when you find yourself unable to stop thinking about them, when you wake and fall asleep with them on your mind, when you missed them when they’re not there and no amount of time is enough when they are. I don’t know, stuff like that.” he finally said, feeling a bit silly, before looking up at his brother. Meg was once again deep in thought, seemingly unsatisfied with the answer. What was this all about?
“Why do you ask? Is my little sis finally in love?” Will asked and then started to laugh, before the look of pure panic on his
