Delicate

Chapter 52

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Theo's P.O.V

Tightening my hold on William's foot just a little, I dip the nail polish brush into the tiny bottle and carefully wipe off the excess before running it down the length of the nail on Will's big toe. 

"You are taking this way too seriously Theo," Will says with a chuckle making me glance up for a split second before I refocus to the task at hand. 

William took care of himself in every way he could and I didn't want to somehow do something wrong in this aspect of his self-care routine. I'd offered, no - truthfully, I'd begged to do this for him, to take care of him in this minuscule way and I wanted him to feel loved, cared for.

I wanted him to know I cared about him in all things.

"I just don't want to mess it up for you," I faintly reply, trying mentally not to acknowledge the way my face was heating up at the slight admission to the near-overwhelming emotions that were crashing through me.

William laughs a little, the sound sweet and comforting and perfectly paired with a bright smile that was all his. The rich blend in the hands of my mate has my heart squeezing down on itself in response.

Perfectly unaware of how he bewitched me with his smile alone, Will adjusts my own foot that rested in his lap for a firmer grip so he could file down the nails into that perfect curve that his nails always had.

"It's okay if you do," William assures me, his tone loving and gentle as always. "Plus, it's clear nail polish so it's really not a big deal."

"Okay," I reply unsurely, his words were valid and fair but I still wanted to get this right.

Today was one of William's and my's special days.

I suppose special wasn't a fitting word, it wasn't as if we did anything that managed to embody the definition of special, but to me, that's exactly what these days were. Will and I spent countless hours together doing whatever took our interest; whether that was taking a walk, sharing our greatest interests or painting each other nails, the activities didn't matter since they were always enjoyable, it was the time we spent with one another.

To time to learn more parts of the other, parts to cherish and hold dear, everything Will showed with me, shared with me, received a special space in my heart that glowed gently through the darkest of hours.

He was like a beacon neither Damon nor I couldn't help from following, and that was okay because there wasn't a part to us that wanted to.

On these special days, Will tried his best to learn more about me which proved to be a common complication when that was exactly what I wanted to do with him. But Will somehow managed to get his ways more times than not, it was so hard to deny him anything he asked for when he so often asked for none.