It struck him suddenly that this was not at all what he'd had on his schedule for today. Right now, he should have been back at his townhouse getting a few hours of sleep before eating whatever meal the house-elves had decided he needed in their never-ending quest to make sure he ate properly. Nowhere in all of his neat plans had he penciled in anything about marrying his best friend or sealing said marriage with a quick tumble (no, not a quick tumble; if they were late, they were late because he was not going to rush this even if everything else had been done at a dizzying speed). Nor were his hands supposed to have been trembling ever so slightly due to nerves he refused to acknowledge.
He looked up at her as she stood by his side and remembered how he'd long ago decided that he didn't want to put her on a pedestal for all that she was damned near the perfect woman. There would have been no room for him beside her on that pedestal and that simply would not have worked. Smiling crookedly, Will put aside his barely tasted champagne and stood slowly. "This is a swimsuit optional facility," he said. William slid his arms around her and really hoped she didn't feel the trembling in them. "Tell me what you want," he whispered in her ear, his cheek pressed against hers.