Wanting Rachel so much still frightened Will. At any time, it seemed to him she might decide that he was too much trouble, or worthless, or no good in bed. She might meet someone else; she might come to the conclusion that she didn't want a relationship with anybody at all. She might die, suddenly, without warning, in a car crash...He felt as if he were a chick whose egg had been cracked open, and he was outside in the world shivering and usteady on his feet..without so much as a Paul Smith suit or pair of RayBans to protect him. He wasn't even sure what all this fear was for. What good was it doing him? None whatsoever, as far as he could see, but it was much too late to ask that now. All he knew was there was no going back; that part of his life was over.
Will had lost his shell and his cool and his distance, and he felt scared and vulnerable, but he got to be with Rachel.
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