She let him take hold of her and pull her closer into the kiss. She honestly would have let Will do literally anything he wanted with her, right there in that moment. Let him have her, body and soul, to do with as he pleased.
Kissing Will felt so right, felt like a thing to cover over all the tiny cracks inside her, to push away all the worries and stresses. (But werenβt a few of those cracks his? The ones that tried to tell her at night what she really was? Didnβt they sometimes have Willβs voice?)
Luna wanted to ignore that for as long as she could tonight, and she kept kissing him instead, as though that was the solution to all problems. She could still feel him inside of her and didnβt want to move away and lose that feeling either.