Dating William had to be one of the best things that has ever happened to me. And even though it has been two weeks, I feel like I’ve come to know Will better than I thought I did.
And the most shocking of the facts was that he was a closet romantic. He was really sweet and cute and nice and it shocks me with every action.
Will’s love language was touch. He liked to touch me, brush his hand against mine, or against my neck, his hand in my hair or on my waist or the small of my back.
He liked being replied quickly or he’d come out to look for me and he keeps buying flowers and delivering them to the office, feigning surprise every time like he wasn’t the one who bought it.
Like right now.
The doors to the elevator pinged open and a delivery man walks in with a giant bouquet that a
