Of Sun-Angel POV:

I didn't want to tell Will how I'd actually knew. He'd be mortified. I just... I just couldn't bring myself to tell him. So, I spent my entire first night with my boyfrie-- husband-- feeling guilty.

Once he had fallen asleep, I sat there, watching him.

"William..." I said softly, under my breath, and he stirred.

I still can't believe you can even fall asleep while a person literally has their tongue down your throat.

I was lucky he had, though. If he hadn't, then I wouldn't have stopped. He would have told me not to. I hated it. I hated it, I hated it, I hated it. But, no matter how much I resisted, Will told me to not stop.

I couldn't let Will be hurt. I couldn't let him make that stupid mistake.

"Ti amo, William Of Sun Angels..." I spoke again, and got up to put on some pants. "Gosh, Will, so freaking reckless..."

As I clothed myself and,-- sorry Will, without your consent, but I'd appreciate your underwear to be on tonight,-- half dressed Will, I got into bed next to him, spacing us out far enough so he wouldn't be afraid when he woke up in the morning.

Eventually,-- don't ask me how-- I ended up trapped in his arms in the morning. As I tried to squirm out, Will pulled me tighter.

"Not... a... pillow...! Can't... breathe... Will..." But Will wasn't listening. Ugh, he was so annoying. I knew he was awake, but he didn't want me leaving him.

"Hey, Nico... about last night... I don't really want--"

"--Me neither!" I cut him off.

Will looked at me in surprise and shock. You... you don't?

"No... I... I really just thought you did..." 

"No! Oh thank the gods!"

"No!" I shouted, and Will looked confused.

"Do NOT thank the gods!" We might both like boys, and that absolutely is a good thing for our relationship, but I hate the person who made me like this. I hate Cupid."