How on earth was meant to articulate to him what she wanted and why it scared her slightly, when she could barely articulate it to herself? Audrey's hands slipped up to cup his face as she pulled away just enough to look up at him. This was Will. Her best friend Will. Who loved her enough that he would turn his whole life upside down and marry her on a whim just to protect her. Maybe it wasn't a romantic kind of love between them, but that didn't make it any less real. She trusted him, she'd do anything for him, and she knew, without either of them ever having to say so, that it was reciprocated.
That sense of inevitability washed over her again, but she still couldn't find the right words. So she pushed herself onto her toes and kissed him again. It was a kiss that Audrey hoped was able to convey some of what she was feeling, just a fraction of the 'Thank you so much for saving me. I want you. I want this', that she hoped she'd find a way to say eventually. Her fingers tugged at the knot in his tie until it was undone and she could slip it from his collar, then moved to busy themselves with the buttons on his shirt.