"So... how are you feeling?" I asked trying to break the silence.
"Hmm... what? Oh, fine. Um I mean great." Willy answered.
I popped him a smile but I bet my facial expressions gave away how uncomfortable I felt. He went to take a shower, so I took the opportunity to sit down and think. We were stuck in this strange town, with almost no money. What were we going to do? Gazing around the room I spotted a couch. There was another option then! I sat down and started looking through the books on the table laid out for customers. Willy Wonka walked out of the bathroom in a robe.
"I'll set up some sheets on the couch if you like." Willy Wonka said as he saw me. He must have known what I was thinking.
"Oh yeah. That would be good." I said as I got up for my turn to take a shower.
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself with a towel. I had no choice but to put the same clothes on that I had before. Gross, but too bad. I opened the door and toppled into the wall. He was standing over the couch making the bed shirtless. I struggled to say something. Noticing me, he grabbed his shirt clearly embarrassed and put it on. I was still propped up on the wall. He grinned awkwardly and got into his makeshift bed. I did the same, but of course into my bed. We said goodnight and switched off the lights.
I shook awake. It was still dark. Looking at the clock, it was 3AM. I saw that the couch was empty and panicked. I got up and looked all over the room for Mr. Wonka but he was nowhere to be found.
"Looking for something?" I heard him say.
I followed his voice onto what I just noticed was a balcony. There were two chairs and a sky full of stars. He was lit with the light projected from the sky. He looked amazing.
"Couldn't sleep?" I asked sitting down beside Willy.
"Yeah. I was thinking about my factory. How it's doing without me. And about your brother." He replied.
"Yeah. I miss him." I said.
"I never really had a family. My dad didn't exactly support me. I was pretty lonely my whole life really."
"Did you ever consider getting married?" I asked.
"Well... I don't think anyone would want this. I'm horrible." He whispered looking down.
I found myself staring at him. Something was raging in my heart. I wanted to lean forwards. As I started to do so, he looked up. My heart was pounding. He was blushing as I sure was. As our lips made contact I felt fireworks in my chest. He tasted like dark chocolate, then milk chocolate then white chocolate. The longer we kissed, the sweeter he became. He started getting up and climbing over to my chair. We were slowly lifting up. He kissed harder as we were stumbling to the door back into the room. We hit the door frame and I pressed up against him. Continuing through, we finally found the couch. Now lying down, I realised what was happening. No matter how much I didn't want to stop, I had to. I was not ready for this. I wasn't even sure of my feelings for him yet.
"I... uh.. I'm sorry." I said pushing him away, "I'm not ready."
"Oh... I understand." He smiled.
We sat up on the couch and he put his arm around me. And there we stayed throughout the night, talking and giggling away. In the morning, we would have to plan out how we were going to get home. With so much to do the next day, sitting there with him by my side, trying to forget about our struggles, I realised that there was nowhere I would rather be.