Will kissed her cheek, continuing to hold her until he heard the call from his sister for dinner. Once the call came, he still waited for Bree to move first before he got up off the couch, his grip along her would linger along her skin, touching along her dress and bare skin, his fingers appreciating every little curve of her body as if it was being sculpted by his hands.<br/><br/>"Let us go, Bree and see what Jasmine cooked up." He was anxious, just like she was to see what his sister had cooked up. From what he could smell, it was sure to be delicious. He licked his lips at the thoughts of the food and the thoughts of Bree. This was his time to be with his dear love, Bree. And it was Jasmine's time to help him do that.