He was in her home, real and solid, standing and talking to her a step away. He looked like he belonged there and she knew she should be paying attention but all she could think about was how close he was.

Molly took a quick step forward and kissed Will. She knew it was rude to just interrupt him, but she couldn't help herself. She'd been itching to get his lips under hers since they'd left the alley next to the restaurant. He tasted cold, an ozone tang to his lips as she moved hers over them and Molly shivered. She kept the pressure even, kissing his lower lip, a soft noise escaping her as she felt them warming up. It wasn't a hard kiss, but she meant it from the bottom of her heart, throwing as much of her passion behind it as she could, hoping he could feel how much she needed this.