𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙋𝙊𝙑:
Will had been acting different all afternoon. Not in a bad way just more flirty than normal

as I stood in front of my mirror, fixing the strap on my dress, I couldn't stop thinking about it. grabbing my earrings from the nightstand and putting them on. Just as I was adjusting them, there was a knock at my door.

"Yeah?" I spoke

The door creaked open slightly, and then Will's voice, smooth and teasing, spoke through the door. "Can I come in, or am I about to get yelled at for seeing you before you're ready?"

Rolling my eyes, I turned. "of course you can-"

I stopped mid sentence because the moment he stepped inside, his gaze slowly dragged over me from head to toe, taking in every inch of my dress, my hair, my face. His eyes darkened slightly, his usual playful smirk softening into something deeper.

"Damn, Iz." His voice was quieter now, rougher.

I crossed my arms. "What?"

His lips twitched as he took another step forward. "You're actually trying to kill me, aren't you? your so beautiful"

I scoffed. "It's just a dress."

He tilted his head, eyes locked onto mine. "It's you."

The way he said it sent warmth rushing through me. I wasn't used to Will looking at me like this like he was completely gone.

He stepped closer, fingers brushing my wrist as he took my hand, lazily running his thumb over my skin. "How am I supposed to concentrate on dinner when you look this good?"

I bit back a smile. "You planned this dinner."

"I know." He let out a dramatic sigh. "And I swear I had good intentions, but now I'm rethinking everything."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You are so ridiculous."

"And yet you love it." His smirk softened as his other hand found my waist, his touch light but firm. "Let me see you properly."

I rolled my eyes but turned slowly, feeling a little ridiculous until I heard his sharp inhale.

His fingers brushed the small of my back before he stepped closer, his lips grazing my shoulder. "Jesus Iz. your stunning"

I swallowed. "Will..."

"Hm?" His mouth trailed up toward my jaw before he finally pulled away, grinning like he hadn't just made my entire body heat up. "We should probably go," he said, but he didn't move.

I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Mhm." He leaned in slightly, voice low. "Unless you want to give me, like, five more minutes to admire you."

I rolled my eyes, grabbing my purse. "Come on before you completely lose your mind."

The restaurant was perfect. Dimly lit, cozy, with candles flickering on the tables and the scent of warm bread in the air. It felt intimate like it was just us, even though there were other people around.

Will pulled my chair out for me, his hands lingering on my shoulders before he took the seat across from me.

"This is nice," I admitted, glancing around.

He smirked. "I am known for my impeccable taste."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, are you?"

"Mhm." He rested his chin on his hand, watching me. "For example, I have exceptional taste in women."

I rolled my eyes, fighting a smile. "You're laying it on so thick tonight."

"I know." He grinned.

As we ordered and talked, he never stopped looking at me. Like I was the most interesting thing in the room. Like I was the only thing that mattered.

At one point, he caught me staring back and raised an eyebrow. "What?" he spoke

I shook my head, smiling. "Nothing. You're just being a lot tonight."

He smirked. "What, you don't like it?"

I hesitated. "I didn't say that."

I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between us. It wasn't just the flirting, the teasing it was the way he wanted to be close to me, how every glance felt heavier than the last.

When we got back to our flat, I was still warm from dinner, still happy from everything Will had said, everything he had done.

The second the door shut behind us, he turned to me.

"Hey," he murmured, stepping closer.

"Hey," I echoed.

His fingers found my waist, his touch light but sure. "I have something to ask you."

I swallowed, my heart pounding. "Yeah?"

He nodded, brushing his nose against mine, his breath warm against my lips.

"Be my girlfriend, Iz." His voice was low, steady. Sure. "For real. No more pretending we don't know what this is. No more almosts."

My breath caught. "Will..."

"I love you," he murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my jaw. "I love you so much, and I don't want to spend another second pretending I don't."

I closed my eyes, my hands gripping his arms. "You don't have to pretend anymore."

His lips barely brushed against mine. "So is that a yes?"

I smiled. "Of course it's a yes."

His grin was instant. And before I could say anything else, he kissed me slow and deep, like he was making up for every second we had wasted.