Will hummed, a pleased, contented sound, and he rolled to his back, shifting to get an arm beneath Molly so he could hold her against him. He turned his head to see her face, brushing some of her hair out of her eyes, loving how dewy her skin still was from the effort of their touching each other. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, tasting the salt of her sweat.

"There's a part of me that doesn't want you to stop yourself from projecting," Will admitted, running a hand along her side. He felt the stickiness of his come on her hip and it made a little burst of warmth rise in him, his mind filling with ideas and images for the future. "I don't know what it all means," he said, dragging his fingertips through the mess on her skin, then trailing them up along the side of her abdomen, hoping she didn't mind the way he was spreading it.

"I liked feeling what you felt," he told her softly. "I've always been able to feel you, somehow. It makes me feel so close to you."