Sunday goes by fast. Between friends, family (a phone-call from one of Sonny's brothers which cheers him up no end, even though they stick to sport and film conversation's subjects, as his brother is not good at expressing feelings) and the fact that Will make the most of each moment they spend on their own to make great tokens of affections, that leave him with a fast-beating heart and short breath, Sonny finds himself at dinner, at the table this time, seated between Abby and Will, on the sounds-of-the-night-filled terrace, chatting with everyone and feeling alive again. He teases his cousin, then goes on a lengthy discussion with his uncle about hospitals' conditions when, in the middle of a sentence, he can feel a hand cover his thigh with one finger a few millimeters from his private parts. The finger in question begins tracing circles and Sonny struggles to keep on talking. He glances at Will who's chatting with their aunt Jen and he looks collected, laughing and using his other hand to stress his points. After a minute of this, Sonny excuses himself from the table and go seat on the couch in the living-room. He takes a few calming breaths. He wonder if Will is aware of the effect he has on him. His father comes in, too. He sits next to his son and looks at him in silence. Sonny waits than asks "Yes, dad, what is it ?" Justin smiles "Well, first, I am so relieved to see you safe and sound. It's still a fresh fright for me... And second, I wanted to ask you ..." "Yes ?" Justin seems unsure and a little guarded "Do you know an Adam ?" It's Sonny's turn to be prudent "Yes..." "Are you friend with him ?" Sonny shrugs "He's Melanie's boyfriend. I know him and we've spent time together. I'd say he's more Will's friend. Why ?" As his father is about to answer, Will steps in. Justin closes his mouth and make a discreet 'I'll-talk-to-you-later' sign and clears out
Will gives Sonny a bewildered look. "Why are you leaving the table in the middle of dinner ? Are you OK ? You're not feeling well ? You need a doctor ?" Although Sonny has seen Will worry a lot about him this last days, each time he melts when he feels the concern his lover has for him. He taps the spot Justin just left and, once Will is seated, begins "Kitten, I wanted to tell you something… " Will waits, looking so angelic, it's difficult for Sonny to focus "Earlier, at dinner, when you put your hand…" "Which hand ?" Sonny freezes, then relaxes "Very funny!" Will grins, looking smug. Sonny is losing his train of thought again. He pictures Will in the middle of the lake, that day, hair in the wind, ready to dive. Then, lying in the grass, gleaming in the sun rays. He finds what he actually wants to say to him "Will, I'd like you to come and live with me, would you ? When I'm better ?" Will is looking at him, silent and deep in thought. The, he asks shyly "You think so ?" Then, he rallies and adds "I mean... Is that what you really want ? We haven't even …" He can't finish his sentence, he who, fifteen minutes ago, was making Sonny crazy with desire with his daring approach. Sonny takes his hand "Well, about that. We could try…" Will blushes to the root of his hair. He moves back a little then stills himself and says, with his chin trembling "OK." Sonny kisses him.
They go back to the table to end the meal and say good-bye to the guest. While Adrienne is talking about cooking with Jen, Abby hugs both her cousins and wishes them a good night with a knowing tone. Then, she goes to take leave of her uncle and Sonny, not able and hold on anymore, catches Will's hand and grabs him with discretion but determination upstairs. He opens Will's door to lessen the chances of being interrupted and locks behind them. Will looks ready to faint but lifts his chin and looks straight at Sonny with clear and intense eyes. Sonny comes closer, slowly, careful not to break the beauty of this instant and puts one finger on Will's collar-bone, making him shiver. He slides his finger along the bone to the middle of the neck, then lowers his hand. He meets a button that he undoes with his thumb, without loosing contact with Will's satin skin. He unbuttons on, then moves the blue shirt apart. He stays there, contemplating Will who exclaims, impatient "Touch me, Sonny. Caress me." After a short dizziness, Sonny complies and Will sighs. Sonny's hand goes down...