He opens his mouth to say something, anything and splutters on her name, lips only moving as far to form the W before the sound dies in his throat when she hooks him in with her leg. This can't be him. But maybe it is. Maybe this is what happens when he finally comes to terms with the other side of himself, learning to accept the other guy in his blood.

As nice as this is, though, she doesn't deserve to be pinned to the wall like this, and he slides his hands under her thighs, coaxing her up and away from the shelves.