Will wasn't sure what compelled him to do this, again. But he leaned over, gently pressing his lips to Abigail's, a hand smoothing through her hair before he pulled away, ending the kiss nearly as soon as it started before he went back to his book, sighing as he cleared his throat. [[idk. will needs kisses]]
Abigail had been heavily absorbed in a poetry anthology when Will leaned over, blocking her light. Her brow puckered in irritation. If there was one thing that could set her off very quickly, it was the interruption of her reading materials. Though when she opened her mouth to speak, she suddenly found Will's lips on hers, blocking any such protest.
When he pulled away, her mouth was still open, stunned and the way she'd left it. She turned her head to look at him, forehead puckered in confusion and hands gripping her book much, much too tightly for comfort. By this point, Will had already returned to his reading material. But rather than get all shy and delirious, she snidely asked him, "What was that for? Are you reading smut, or something? 'Cause I think there are easier ways to get off."