“It was good for me as well,” Will said, wholly inadequately. He wished he could find words a fraction as eloquent as Kim’s. He wished he knew what he’d say if he had them. “Thanks for breakfast. And I’m not going to hope you find a nice man when you have a perfectly lovely woman, but the next arsehole who insults you for enjoying yourself when you fuck, bring him round to my place and I’ll teach him some manners.”
Oh Will.
