Will felt his temperature rise as Molly moved closer, the width of their joined hands between them the only thing that separated them now. He was glad in that moment that they were on the street and not in one of their apartments, because if they were alone he would be well on his way to having her undressed by now. Not that undressing her would be a bad thing; he just wanted to do this right, and he know she wanted that too. They needed to be patient, deny themselves a few hours more so they could prove to themselves this wasn't just raw physical attraction. Will knew with almost complete certainty that it was much more than that, but being able to have dinner with her, talk to her and listen without being distracted by his desire for her, was important for both of them.

Still, knowing that she was prepared herself, it sent a warm wave of pleasure through him. But he shouldn't have been surprised; Molly was an intelligent, strong, self-sufficient woman. She wouldn't be the kind of person who left her well being one hundred percent in the hands of someone else, even if she trusted them entirely.

He smiled at her, though there was heat behind his gaze as well. "I'm glad we have been," he said, squeezing both her hands in his own. "And I'm glad we're here," he added, meaning more that they were together on a date and less the actual location in which they were standing. "Are you ready to go inside?" he asked, his eyes moving over her face, trying very hard to resist the urge to kiss her.