~Nancy POV~
I look at Will, his eyes boring into me, wide and unsteady, and I do not know what to do. He looks scared, like a child caught red-handed by their mother stealing something forbidden.
I cannot understand what has happened to him over the past few days. He does not cease to surprise me, and yet, here he is, standing in front of me, a mix of vulnerability and frustration that I cannot read.
He smells strongly of alcohol, the sharp scent filling the space around him. His hair is messy, tousled in a way that somehow makes him even more handsome. I can’t help but think that God must have been at peace when creating this man, because his presence is magnetic, effortless.
And yet, despite the smell of alcohol, he seems sober, recovering from a bad hangover.
There’s something ab
