"Anybody would think she’d spent years staring at Spike’s obvious attributes and committing them to memory so that she could recall his beauty in the cold, empty hours of the morning while she lay, alone and aching, in her bed. Oh. Well, yeah. They’d be right."--Loved that, and the whole amazing meeting of bodies followed by her leaving, and then approaching him for dancing. And the confession of feelings. Love it.

Author's Response: So sorry for the late reply; didn't know these reviews were here. I didn't mean to be rude and ignore you. Anyway, thanks so much for your kind words, much appreciated. Glad you enjoyed the story. And thanks for your continuing reviews. It does mean a lot to me - late responses aside. Thank you.