Will closed his eyes for a moment and reveled in the feeling of Molly's touch at the back of his neck, his body warming at the way she corded her fingers through his hair, the occasional light tug waking up his libido. He continued to stroke his thumb against her thigh, sending the pleasant feelings back to her, a closed circuit of contentment.

"Mm," he hummed as he opened his eyes and considered her question. "The other day I was thinking about your birthday," he finally said. "I don't even know when it is, but I started having ideas of how we could celebrate it, what I could do for you to make it a nice day."