Diana caught his lips with hers again, pressing more firmly into him and inhaling. His scent was intoxicating, clouding over any previous thought she'd had about the propriety of it all. She knew at any moment Wellington and Maxwell were going to come in, but she found she hardly cared in this instant. She wanted Will and him alone.

She bit her lip as he pulled away, letting out a small sigh of content as he rested his forehead against hers. Say the word. "Yes," Diana beamed up at him, she couldn't get the word out fast enough and her head spun as she pulled away even further, grasping his hands as she did so. "Yes, Will a thousand times yes." He would do this properly for her. He wanted to marry her, to live with her and grow old and have children.

Tears of joy prickled at her eyes as she clutched at his hands, wanting to pull him close again and embrace him even more deeply than previously.