"I can't either," Will says, sighing happily. He's got butterflies in his stomach, and loves that Orli's the first person in a long time to have that effect on him.

"I'm going to bring back one of your shirts when I come," he suddenly confesses. "I stole it. I haven't worn it so it's not stretched out or anything. I just wanted to sleep with it." He winces, hoping that he hasn't just made himself sound like a complete nutjob.