His voice husky and hers, for once, non-audible, their lips met tenderly, and Will was, for once, truly happy.
Well, that was partially true. He had been happy before, during his childhood when he had made his parents proud by reading aloud to them for the first time, and when Gigi graduated from high school as valedictorian and thanked him in her speech, calling him the "best big brother ever".
He had been perfectly and incandescently happy when Lizzie touched his face for the first time, and when they kissed for the first time after months of self-doubt, of awkward silences, of tension - of love.
He had been happy at the touch her petite fingers as they caressed his tie; at the sight of her beautiful, glowing eyes, as they actually met his for the first time. He had been so very, very happy as he watched her endearing, adorable face as she struggled to find the words that had been in his mind for so long.
She was so beautiful, so intelligent - she was so gentle, and yet so strong; she smelled like jasmine, her hair was soft, her skin smooth, her lips unrelenting.
The feeling of his hands on her neck still lingered on his skin.
Even when she abruptly ended the kiss, and got up to turn the camera off, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
He was - they were - just so very happy.