Continued in Chapter 8: Save Me

 
Continued in Chapter 7: For the Sake of the Song

 

            He spent those two days trying to think of anything other than her big eyes and the deep sorrow she hid beneath her bright, clean smile. He conscribed the simple note she’d left him to the top drawer of his bedside table and tried to avoid the temptation to brush his lips and fingers over her kiss print. He changed the sheets on ( Read more... )

            Back to being bashful, he thought. Bloody adorable.

William unlocked the front door and pushed it open. “Come in, make yourself at home,” he offered, ushering Buffy in to the living room. He walked past her into the small kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“Sure,” came her answer. “Whatever you’re having is fine.”

He ( Read more... )

            Then he was suddenly tired, drained and incapable of sorting through anymore of their admixed belongings. He stretched backwards, fists pressing hard into his lower back, knots and kinks popping as he moved. His stomach rumbled and he realized he didn't recall the last meal he'd eaten. He knew already, from his whirlwind excavation ( Read more... )

            She was, to put it mildly, a golden goddess. Shiny, shampoo-commercial hair fell in cornsilk-colored waves halfway down her back. Her back which, thank you very much, was all but bare, covered only by the intricate ties that held her shimmery silver halter top in place. A gauzy black skirt fell away from her crossed legs, giving ( Read more... )