"Please," William said, pausing in alarm in the middle of consuming a particularly tasty bit of pumpkin pastry. "I'm trying to eat here." Contemplating sex with Pete, one of his closest friends, was unnerving enough, but throwing Ryland and his looming, foreboding air of menace into the equation made William physically shudder.
"I remain unspoiled," he promised, twining a finger in the strand of blossoms around his neck. "No one has yet deflowered me, as you can see. Just because you're apparently unavailable doesn't mean I'm going to fling myself at half the staff in heartbroken desperation."