Chew ✔

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"Oh," I say shifting into a sitting position. What on earth is she calling me for? How does she have my number!?

"Davan wants to know if you'll be interested in guest starring on her cooking show, and working as an intern for her."

"Oh," I say, my eyes widening. "Ohhh- my god yes- I would love that."

"Great," Eliana says happily. "Why don't we set up an appointment for-"

"-wait." I say stopping her mid-sentence. "Why has she asked me to intern for her and not the winner of Chew With Schools?"

"She feels as if the show ended unfairly for you. She believes you have a lot of potential to make it big."

Wait what? So she didn't actually hate my guts. My brain was riddled with confusion.

"Let's set up an appointment for Friday, 4:00 pm?"

"That's perfect." I reply. She hangs up and I flop down onto my bed, a grin plastered over my face.

Was this really happening??

...

"Cira!" Will says opening his front door.

I practically bolt into his arms and he spins me around.

"So you're gonna be on her show." He says grinning madly.

"Mhmm!" I gush. "Oh my god I can't wait."

His house is absent of his family, they're off visiting Wills grandmother. His home feels familiar, it's cozy wooden interior filling me up with warmth. He leads me up to his room, as I blubber on and on about the meeting.

"- I didn't even know she liked me?" I sputter in one breath. "I just thought she hated me you know. She was so harsh and strict and-"

Will pulls me into a kiss silencing me. I pull back blushing. "Cira. You're amazing. Of course she would want you as an intern."

I smile shyly, sinking into his arms as we collapse onto his bed.

"I'm glad I didn't ruin everything for you." Will whispers.  I stare at him in silence, running my fingers through his dark chocolatey hair. We've forgotten to turn his lights on, so we lay down on his bed in darkness, navy blue flooding into his room from the windows. I feel so peaceful right now, as if I'm laying on a cloud of serenity. 

"How could you ruin things for me?" I murmur back.

"I ruined Chew for you." Will shrugs, looking down.

"I told you I don't care about that." I whisper back, desperation seeping through my voice. "Will, you being healthy is more important to me. Your recovery is more important to me than anything."

He stares downs at his hands absentmindedly.

"Your mental health is more important than a stupid contest. Plus." I whisper. "Look how healthy you are now."

"Yeah." Will replies. I can't help but notice how unsure he sounds. How his voice wavers unconfidently. 

"Will, I-I" I stammer. Do I actually say it- do I tell him? "-I love you."

I close my eyes, terrified- but Will pulls me into a crushing hug, releasing a throaty laugh. "I love you too Cira."

His lips press against mine cautiously, but I pull him closer, more urgently, until we're just a mess of limbs desperate to become one. 

I clutch Will's hair under my fingertips, as his lips make his way down my neck, careful kisses against my collarbone. My hands travel under his shirt, tracing the deep curves and lines of his back muscles- while our lips part against each other.