As she lies there on the mat her brows furrowed up at the ceiling she faintly registers a gasp behind her and shuffling feet moving quickly towards her. Launching herself to a sitting position she narrowly misses his hands as she scoots just out of his reach though she doesn't miss the tousled mess of his hair or the lopsided grin playing on his features. Realizing she left a sweat imprint on the mat, her face flushes in embarrassment, though she hopes he relates the redness to her workout. Raising her hands, she grasps both of her arms and looks away from him, knowing that if she looks at him for too long she would, in fact, take care of her frustration.

Clearing her throat, her eyes flash back to Will as he speaks, her face entirely exasperated. When he reaches out to inspect her to make sure she's in one piece, she tenses beneath his hands, holding her breath until his traveling stops. "I was working out my sexual-," she cuts herself off immediately realizing she was about to admit why exactly she was down here. Flushing a deeper shade of red she coughs casually, "I had too much energy this morning and I was distracted. I'm not used to having someone in my home," she admits honestly, "You're the only one who's been here," she realizes the moment the words escape her mouth.

"Falling was most definitely not part of the plan," she replies a small smile playing on her lips. And it was true, in another sense as well, she was not supposed to fall for this gloriously handsome British man. He was supposed to be nothing to her, yet she accepted his wish of a date and now here they were.

An assassin and a Hunter.

Allowing him to lean his head on her shoulder she has the urge to lean her own head on his but she refrains, instead she rests her hands on her thighs, bunched tightly into fists as she pulls her legs beneath her. Instead, she tilts her head in confusion as she notes the rather prominent British accent rolling off his tongue. "Will, I have no idea what you're saying right now," she admits an undercurrent of amusement coating her words. Pulling away from him, she positions herself in front of him instead of to the side as she inspects him carefully, again glancing over his messy hair. How she wanted to run her fingers through his silky waves.

Pushing herself to a standing position she clears her throat again as she dusts off her black pants casually, wiping off a bit of dirt from her exposed back. Wandering behind him, she sets a hand on his shoulder motioning him to stay still, "I need to check your wound," she replies as she moves behind him and lowers herself into a crouch, letting her eyes wander freely as she hides from his own eyes. The man was positively perfect in the morning, his bare feet and his practically naked chest, to his sleepy smiles and tousled hair.

Containing the urge to let her itching hands roam his body, she instead uses her gentle hands to peak behind the bandages to check the wound. Clucking her tongue at him she continues her inspection, "You shouldn't have walked down here, you should still be in bed," she says idly, "I need to change your bandages again, but it looks like its healing nicely. You might even be able to get a shower in this morning if you're mindful," she rambles on as she lets her hands move to his shoulders, her fingers trailing just lightly over his skin, as if she were balancing herself. Biting on her lower lip, she can't help it, as she leans in and places a kiss on the back of his neck. Her lips linger for a moment before she pulls away and stands up.

Reaching down, she grabs ahold of his hand as she helps him to his feet. Slinging his arm across her shoulders, she's suddenly aware of the skin on skin contact between her sports bra and his shirtless body. Stifling another blush that threatens to explode across her skin she tows Will back up the stairs and into the apartment. Shutting the door behind her with a foot, she steers him to the kitchen, plopping him down on the kitchen stool at the bar. Moving away from him, she heads towards the stove, crossing her arms and leaning casually against the appliance, "So, what do you want for breakfast? I'm not as good of a cook as Hannah though, I thought I should warn you," she offers him a wry grin.