Nico

Have you ever had that desire? That desire to jump on someone and do ALL the dirty things you want with them?

Is an almost uncontrollable desire that seems to grow larger by the second, and every second you manage to resist, it becomes stronger.

I never really felt that. Until now.

I've been with people before, I dated before, but in none of these relationships, I felt as much desire and lust as I am feeling now. Yes, I was attracted to my exes, but not to this extent. Is unnerving really.

Thalia's words still ring in my head. If you want Will ... Take it.

I sigh. If I could, I would.

Sure, he seems to have changed although I'm still skeptical, but even if he did, doesn't mean he's interested in me like that.

When I go down to the lobby of the hotel, Will is already waiting for me. He looks anxious. I watch him as he looks around and then analyzes the reception desk, concentrating on a plant that is up there for decoration.

He loses his interest in the plant and puts his hand in his pockets and looks around the lobby when he finally sees me, as soon as our eyes meet he opens one of his smiles that takes my breath away, I have not yet gotten used to having this smile directed at me.

And he looks so good with his red blood-colored V-neck shirt that does not leave much to the imagination, dark jeans that molds nicely to his rear and all-star red shoes, his hair is as perfect as ever and I just wanted to call the Gods and say "Perfection has to have a limit!".

In the meantime, Will approaches and stops right in front of me, his hands still in his pockets.

"Ready to go?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say, a little out of breath.

We begin our walk, both silent. Will seems lost in thought. I don't remember seeing him so quiet before.

"You're awfully quiet," I comment.

"I'm thinking," He says.

I widen my eyes, pretending to be surprised. "What a shock!" I say, putting a hand in my chest.

"Ha ha. Funny," he says sarcastically.

I smirk. "What's on your mind?" I ask, sounding less curious than I feel.

"Nothing much," he shrugs.

"One of the things I'm not ready to know?"

He smiles, a subtle, hopeful smile, and I just want to climb onto his lap, run my hands through his hair and kiss him.

"Perhaps."

"Will Solace is a mysterious guy. Who would've thought?"

"I wouldn't call myself mysterious. You'll know when the time comes."

"So, what can you tell me now?"

"What do you want to know?"

I think for a moment, in the last few days, I've found out that Will is very intelligent, a virgin, and not a complete idiot like I thought he was. As for everything else, I realize that even though we have hated each other all these years, I know lots of details about him:

"I don't know. Somehow, I feel like I already know pretty much everything."

Will looks at me skeptical. "Really? What is my favorite color?" he asks.

"You don't really have one. You prefer orange, but I wouldn't say it's your favorite color," I answer immediately.

Will looks genuinely surprised. "How do you know?" he asks.

I shrug. "I just do," I say, not wanting to compromise myself by saying that I know this because the clothes he uses are of the most varied colors and that I noticed that orange is the one that repeats the most.

"What about you? Do you know my favorite color?"

Will looks at me and shakes his head, making me smile, but I try to disguise it.

"What a hard question! I think it's ... Black, maybe. It's hard to say for sure," he says sarcastically.

He's right, but I have another color that does not leave my head. The blue of Will's eyes fascinated me from the first time I saw it. I can't help thinking about it every time i see the color blue, I think of his eyes.

"Okay, that was an easy one."

Finally, we get to the movies and Will offers to buy the popcorn while I buy the movie tickets. From where I stand in line, I can see him talking to the clerk, who is too smiley for my taste.

My turn comes and I ask for two tickets. I bite my lip while I watch Will interact with the clerk.

I go to Will after buying the tickets. He just picked up our popcorn when I get close. He smiles when he sees me and I have to stifle a whine. His smile is certainly my weakness.

"For you," he says, giving me one of the popcorn sacks and a soda can.

"How do you know I like soda?" I ask as I take it from his hands.

"That's what you always drink in the school cafeteria."

Did he really take note of what I drink at school?

I look at the clerk watching us, looking expectantly at Will.

"Let's go," I say, pushing him toward the movie theater.

There are only a handful of people in the room. Will goes to sit in the last row and I follow, not really caring where we sit, so we end up sitting side by side.

We eat quietly during the trailers and for much of the film. It seems that Will, just like me, is also with his mind somewhere else.

I can't help thinking about what Thalia said, but the more I think about our conversation, the more unlikely it seems to me that Will has a crush on me, even though he has been incredible to me in the last few days I still don't trust him completely.

I sigh as I bend my knees placing my feet in the movie chair and turn to Will, the movie screen light illuminates his face enough so I can see all his features, I rest my elbow on the chair rest and support my chin in my hand with my attention turned to Will.

Will takes his eyes off the movie screen and looks at me. He's surprised by my closeness, but he doesn't move away. He just looks me in the eye and gets a little closer so he can talk and be heard above the sound of the movie without bothering the other people watching.

"Do you like the movie?" I ask, as I get caught staring.

"Yeah, I really like those actors. You?"

"Same," I say, dropping my feet to the floor and straightening myself in the chair, returning my attention to the film.

After a couple of minutes, the couple on the screen has their first kiss, a slow, passionate, breathtaking kiss and I can only think of how long it has been since I kissed someone and how much I miss it and the temptation seated on my side only makes things worse.

I sigh. "I miss it," I let it out for some reason, my eyes still on the screen.

"What?" Will asks as he turns to me.

"Kissing."

"You're not dating anyone?"

"No."

Will touches my chin making me look in his direction, I stare at him confused and surprised at his touch. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn't. He just looks at me for a few seconds, looking anxious, and then he leans over and covers my lips with his.

Shock is the first emotion that invades me. Will is kissing me. Kissing me! Why?! I'm so shocked that I can't move, but that doesn't stop me from feeling his lips against mine, they're so soft and it feels so good that I want to get lost in the sensations it brings and kiss back, but I can't. Will is not gay. Why would he kiss me? Maybe ... Maybe that's a joke to him. Has everything so far been just a game?

I push Will, who seems genuinely surprised by my reaction, and leave the movie theater running. Where to? I don't know.