He kissed her that afternoon but this wasn't a fairytale and she wasn't a princess, even if she was as beautiful; one kiss didn't mean happily-ever-after.

She left McKinley with Will's warm smell in her nose, and she was good about taking phone calls but there were no more kisses, no more flirtations, until Terri was totally gone; she was firm on this, and Emma was so rarely firm on anything, especially in guidance, but Will knew she was right.

One day he'd take her hand, twirl her around, and they would dance (all night, if she wanted), but they would take it slow at first, because in the real world you had to make your own happiness.