Reaching for the handle, Buffy paused, thinking of the all the times she had visited there and the memories which had been made there. The moonlight lit up the dark room as Buffy walked in. The only evidence of any living creature were the vodka and whiskey bottles sprawled across the floor. She thought of the first time she felt the need to join him in a
drinking spree, but it sent shivers down her spine to consider such times. He understood her, more than anyone ever had, even her first love. Not only did she feel lost when she was not with him, but Buffy let herself get those butterflies in her stomach, this time without as many risks. Whilst
Dawn was a hormonal teenager who moved from one boy to the next,
it would hurt her if she discovered that Buffy too, liked Spike.
"If I'd have known you were coming, I'd have baked a cake", he grinned
cheekily. Buffy walked closer to him, placing her athletic arms around him,
pulling the man closer to her.
"Tell me you want me", Buffy demanded. Spike allowed a gasp of surprise
escape his mouth but immediately brushed it off casually stating;
"I want you slayer"
"Tell me you love me"
"I love you"