"I wanted you to," Luna said, remembering (vividly) the feel on his hands on her, how little she would have had to 'accidentally' wiggle to make something more happen. "Being pressed up against you was- it was such a bad idea, but I cannot stop remembering it."
The hand on Luna's thigh had drifted up, resting just beneath the waistband of her shorts. No, that was going too far. It had to be. She needed to keep control on this situation...
...but then she said, "if I was there right now, Will, what-" She stopped herself, taking a shuddering breath.