Denying Love - (Will Singe/The Collective Fan Fic)

Chapter 16

Sorry for the late upload. Not sure if you'll love or hate me for this one lol.

I had a horse comp yesterday (For those who know i horseride) and I came 2nd which is my highest placing ever!!!! But yeah I woke up at 6am and didn't get home until 8:30pm, it was 35 degrees all day and i was wiped so i went straight to bed and I believe you got the votes around 10pm so thats why the upload is late xx

Dedication goes to Emily_Wheatly because she was the firsat to comment xx

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Chapter 16 

Rose's POV

"OMG" I laughed as we both got into Wills car.

"It's not funny" he said grumpily.

"Yes it is!" I laughed harder. "I can't believe she threw her juice over you"

Will just gave me a little glare as he wiped what was left of the ice cream off his face and onto his soaked t-shirt.

"She was a psycho" he said grumpily. "I barely got to finish my sentence. What's so threatening about a guy with ice cream on his face for god sake?" 

I bit my lip and I continuously convulsed with laughter.

"Oh you think this is really funny don't you?" he said.

I could only manage a small nod as I knew trying to form words would only send me in a fit. 

"I'd like to see you ask a guy out with ice cream smudged on your face" 

"I didn't lose the bet" I managed to get out before laughing harder.

"You are incredible you know that. I'm sitting here in soaked clothes and probably underwear as well" he said causing me to throw my head back in hysterics. "And all you do is laugh. No sympathy at all"

"As if you wouldn't laugh in my position" I protested and Will frowned knowing he was beaten.

I continued to laugh as Will reached over the back seat to grab something which I later noticed was a shirt and then stripped off his wet one. My laughter slowly died down to a halt.

I knew he worked out but damn. I couldn't help but let my eyes roam around his body. You could see now how perfectly his tattoos sat over his muscles and how his jokes of a six pack weren't a lie at all. I could feel my body begging me for the chance to drool but I protested against it.

I gulped as he leant back over to the back seat still shirtless to put his wet t-shirt in the back and his muscles flexed. He sat back and was about to put his clean t-shirt on when he noticed my silence and then my stare.

"See something you like?" he asked cheekily.

I gulped. "Nope" I denied shaking my head.

"Come on. I saw your stare" he smiled.

"I wasn't staring" I said shaking my head and looking anywhere but at him.

"Then I’m making you uncomfortable" he pressed.

"Not at all" I said before pressing my lips hard together.

"So you won't mind if I drive shirtless to dry off will you?" he asked obviously testing me.

Oh god. "Go for it" I managed to squeeze out evenly. He was trying to torture me I knew it. But I couldn't admit I found him sexy, could I?

"Alright then" he smiled starting the car and moving out of the car park.