New Jersey?
Princeton fucking New Jersey?
Pretty much next door to bum-fuck Egypt and nowhere Will would have ended up, if he hadn't royally pissed off the wrong editor.
Of course, if he hadn't gone to Princeton, he'd never have met James Wilson, and spent the most incredible night of his life making love to a man whose smile made him melt at first glance, feeling things he'd never felt for anyone, much less a man.
That's when he knew that he'd make a habit of pissing off editors whenever he could.
Too bad he couldn't tell Syd about it.
