Will rolls over, sliding from one pillow to the other. He can hear singing-- a guy's voice, singing dreamily. Sighing, Will runs a hand over the sheets.

Sonny may not be in bed with him, but the warmth he left behind is.

Opening his eyes, Will blinks against the sunlight. Will honestly hadn't planned to stay the night. But with Sonny, his plans tend to change to fit Sonny's wants and needs. More than that, his plans get completely turned around so that Sonny's wants and needs become his own as well.

Smart guy, Will muses, yawning as he buries his face into the pillow. Sonny never seems to push, never makes any unreasonable demands. And gets his way anyway.

And God help him, Will adores him for it.

Even now, despite wishing they were in his own bed, Will's glad he stayed the night here. His mood had been terrible, on top of petulant, when he'd first shown up. Seeing Kristen DiMera tended to have that effect on him. For a few blissful hours, he'd actually been able to forget about it, and just be happy with Sonny.

It's enough--has to be, for both their sakes, for as long as whatever this thing between them is going to last. Seeing Kristen was a very clear reminder of all the promises Wil had made to himself years ago.

To succeed on nobody's terms but his own. To live by his own rules, and not be swayed. And to never, ever, place his life, hopes and dreams, or any of his wants and needs in someone else's hands.

Sonny will be moving on from him soon enough. Everyone does. But Will's more emotionally invested this time, and knows he'll need to make a real effort if they're going to stay friends.

So really, he needs to be ridiculously careful to not fall for Sonny. Careful to not break Sonny's heart while he's still convinced he's in love with him.

Will's brow creases, once he realizes he's actually hearing singing. From the shower, Will realizes, Sonny's voice over the running water.

"A simpering, whimpering child again, bewitched, bothered and bewildered, am I."

Interesting song choice for someone to sing in the shower, Will thinks, and finds himself singing right along with him, mentally. When love came and told me I shouldn't sleep.

Confused--where the hell did those lyrics come from--Will gets up from the bed and goes towards the bathroom door. He knows the song, but more than that, he knows the words. The story behind it melding with the melody.

Will's heart is suddenly pounding, feeling his pulse jump straight to his throat.

Dancing in the moonlight with the mansion a beacon against the night. A girl in rayon, and a man in formal wear. The smell of roses. Heavy but still sweet.

The air is smothered in flowers, so much so it's hard to breathe. It almost makes one dizzy as you spin through the garden, along with the path with the music.

Dizzy from dancing. Dizzy from falling head over heels in love.

Will sways, throwing out an arm to brace himself against the door, right before it opens on him, causing steam to come flooding out as he falls forward.

"Will!" Sonny catches him, grabbing him before he faceplants. Still soaking wet from his shower, hair dripping all over Will's face, he assists Will back to bed.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just...lost my balance for a minute there."

"Will, you look like you've seen a ghost." Sonny brushes Will's hair with his fingers, rubbing Wil's freezing hands with his own. "What the hell happened?"

"Nothing." Stuck between confused and embarrassed, Will pushes him back so he can sit up. "Just a headrush from standing up too quick. Lost my balance and when I reached for the door, you opened it right at the same time. I'm okay, Sonny. Just a little early for me to be up and about."

"I'm gonna grab you some water."

"Sonny, please. You don't need to fuss over me. Horton's don't swoon." Will runs a finger over Sonny's chin. It's all starting to fade away; the song, the scent of roses, the excitement of falling in love. "Though your adorable face definitely takes my breath away. Did you use up all the hot water?"

"Most likely." Sonny eases over to sit next to Will. "I still need to replace the water heater. Give it about half an hour, you'll have enough for your own shower."

"Hmm. What could I possibly do for a whole half hour?" Laughing, Will pulls Sonny back into bed.