It was very late one night and they were studying for midterms at the library. The endless rows of empty chairs and tables, the dim light and angry librarian eying them at the slightest noise was not the best atmosphere to study. Their apartments had been a much better choice, but since they had become study partners again after a period of not speaking because of a kiss at Will's apartment, it had to be this way. It was her terms. Not that she had ever said it, but she always declined whenever Will suggested they could goback to his place and she knew he knew why.

"So when is the big day?" Will suddenly asked. Will was tired; Alicia knew by the way he was constantly changing the topic from the actual study content. The more tired he got, the more he tried to talk about something else and disperse. Truth be told, she was really tired too, so this time, instead of trying to get back to the topic, she just went along with the distraction.

"I haven't even said yes, yet."

"Why not? You're going to, right?"

"I'm pretty sure I am." She shifted in her chair.

"But why haven't you, yet?" She caught a glimpse of hope in his eyes as he pressed her for an answer.

"I don't know. I think I'm just scared. Everything happened so fast." She shifted again.

"Alicia, you have been dating Peter for two years; and living together for one, for that matter."

"I know. It's just… I feel too young to be getting married."

"Please, you're 25. My parents got married at 21."

"I know; mine got married at 20. But look how that turned out. Maybe that is the problem. I have a crappy example of marriage and – "She answered looking down at her fingers, tying them into knots.

"Do you love him?" He cut her off.

"What?" She suddenly stopped and looked up at Will.

"Do you love Peter?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

"Are you in love with him?" She nodded. "Then that's what matters." He said with a smile and their eyes locked. Who was he to be giving relationships advice? Since when did he know anything about serious relationships?

The silence hung above them and that's when she noticed that they were once again the last ones there. Also how close they were to each other, theresult of having to speak in whispers trying to avoid Mrs. Tompson's scolding. The quiet started to feel uncomfortable, but their eyes were still locked. There it was: another moment. She saw Will's eyes linger on her lips. How could he, after listening toher declare her love for another man? Because she knew he could see beyond her words. As much as she tried to hide, her eyes must mirror some of his feelings. He didn't move, but his gaze kept switching between her eyes and her lips. In the end, she decided for him.

"It's getting late, we should go home. I'll meet you tomorrow after classes." She got up and left. In such a rush she forgot her scarf hanging on the back of her chair. Damn, it was cold outside. She couldn't go back, though, it was too tempting.

A/N.: If you have any suggestions for a scene, please let me know. I'd love to hear it!

Also, I don't have any ideas of my own and if nothing comes to mind, I'll write a final chapter.