Will felt calm and relaxed, content to have Molly naked against his side. They had only known each other four days, but he already felt like they'd been together for weeks and weeks, that they'd finally had sex after waiting for a long time without it. He moved to brush his fingers along her bare arm, stroking her skin possessively. They hadn't talked about what they were, but she'd told him she wasn't interested in anyone else, and Will was glad. He didn't want to share her.

He could tell, even as she told him that she didn't want to keep him out of her mind, that eventually she was going to have to. He understood it, but the idea scared him a little, to be so close and then cut off again. He also wasn't sure it was complete, their connection, and Will was glad for that, if only because he worried having him completely in her mind would be unpleasant for her. "If you did keep me out," he said, his hand still moving on her arm, "would it close us off from each other completely?"