Chapter Five
On the drive home, Sydney's imagination ran wild. She found herself thinking of what it might be like to have three absolutely delicious men ravish her for one night.
she muttered, shaking her head. She knew she was nuts, but...one night...
she groaned.
I can't believe I'm thinking about something like this. Wait...well...if any other chick was in my shoes, I'd be shocked if she didn't think of this.
She sighed.
I'm still pathetic, though.
She found herself giggling. She thought of each person separately: what each would be like, what techniques each had. She almost smacked herself. But...
It's been way too long since I've had...anything.
She sighed. A minute later, she pulled into the driveway. She got out and went inside the house. Francie was still at work.
she called.
He popped up from the kitchen.
Sydney said, gasping.
Will flashed her an apologetic smile. Sorry, I was looking for something. He made a bunch of noise as he clamored around the cabinet containing the pots and pans.
Sydney laughed as she went over to lend a hand. She knelt down and studied the contents of the cabinet. Since when do you cook?
Well, I don't, but I figured that since you're letting me stay here that maybe I should—you know—help out or something. Will shrugged.
Sydney grinned. You don't have to cook, you can just take out the trash or something. She stood up and ruffled his hair. I have to pack.
Well, I'll try making something anyway, Will told her as he continued to look.
Sydney laughed and knelt down again. If you insist. But what are you looking for?
A pan, Will said sheepishly.
What kind of pan? Sydney asked, trying to stifle her laughter.
Will frowned in thought.
I'll make it easy on you, Sydney said, what are you planning on cooking?
Sydney cracked up. You want to cook but you don't have the slightest idea what you want to make.
Pretty much, Will said with a grin. I think that's mostly my problem. I want to make something but I have no clue what I should make. I think that's the only thing preventing me from being—you know—Chef Tippin.
Sydney laughed again. Will pulled out a small fry pan about six inches in diameter.
What do you plan to do with that?
Make an omelette, I think, Will said.
Small omelette, Sydney commented.
Yeah, well— Will's protest was cut off.
Chef Tippin' indeed. She grinned and seated herself comfortably as she fished through the cabinet.
Will leaned back with his palms to the floor and his legs pretzel-style. Sydney continued to look through the cabinet.
Damn it, she muttered.
Will leaned forward. What's wrong?
Sydney turned to look into Will's eyes. They feigned innocence. She felt herself succumbing to a smile despite her sudden annoyance. What the hell did you do to this cabinet? She started laughing. She stared at the disheveled array of pots and pans. It looks like a tornado hit this thing.
Well, I sort of did that on purpose, Will admitted.
Sydney's smile faded and she narrowed her eyes at him.
Well, I mean, it was already unorganized, you know, so I uh, helped.
Helped to make it worse? Sydney was becoming angry.
I figured that maybe you could help me sort the pans and such. I mean, I didn't purposely mess them up, they were already like that, they just got a little more messed up when I was looking for the pan I wanted.
Sydney nodded and sighed. She looked at the mess again. Will touched her shoulder.
I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't know this would upset you.
But it did, Sydney shot back. She shrugged his hand off her shoulder.
Will scoffed. Look, I'll help, okay? Just tell me how you want them and I'll put them back neatly.
Sydney agreed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Will moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. I am sorry, you know.
I know.
So are we good? I mean, I would hate to have you upset at me forever over the pans. Will gently stroked Sydney's hair.
Yeah, we're fine, Sydney told him, smiling.
Will smiled back. I'm glad. He moved closer and slipped behind her as he wrapped both arms around her. He sighed contentedly as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
Sydney turned her head slightly so that her cheek pressed against his. Will seemed almost surprised but shook off the feeling and tightened his hold around her.
This is really nice, Will mumbled into Sydney's shoulder.
Sydney whispered, closing her eyes briefly.
Will closed his eyes as well. You have to pack, right? he said softly.
Something like that, Sydney replied in the same soft tone Will had used.
Will chuckled as did Sydney, then Will moved slightly and once again tightened his arms around her.
Sydney moaned as she and Will drifted off to sleep.