Part Four
*****************
6 pm
Buffy was finishing getting ready for her evening out with Angel. He'd
gone back to his place after stationing two of Sonny's men in her
living room and threatening them with a painful death if they even
walked a foot outside her door.
Before she'd finished shopping, she'd gotten out of him that he wanted
to take her to Luke's Place for dinner and dancing. That had made her
decision of what to wear a little easier. *Casual rather than fancy is
just fine with me. Johnny was always parading me around. All the
upper-class parties, all the charity balls. I may have been the poor
girlfriend, but I guess I cleaned up well.*
She gave herself one last look in the mirror as she heard the
doorbell. "This is about as good as you're going to look, Buffy," she
told herself. "And I don't think you look half bad, if I do say so
myself."
She walked out to the living room, and grabbed for the back of the
nearest chair as she saw Angel. *Wow.* She mentally reminded herself
of her habit of jaw-dropping, and was relieved that she had
managed to control that reaction tonight. *Yum* she couldn't help
thinking, and was relieved again that had not been a verbal outburst.
She took a deep breath, and allowed her eyes to travel down Angel's
form, and back up to his face. He was wearing form-fitting black
leather pants, a black silk shirt and black shoes.
*Black is _so_ his color*
******
Angel looked up as he heard her walk out of her room. He'd never
understood the phrase "she took my breath away" until that moment.
When she walked into the room, it was like the entire world stood still,
and he felt his breath rush out of his body. He was not unaware that she
was "checking him out", so he took advantage of the opportunity to do the
same to her. She had curled her blond hair in loose spiral curls, and had
left it down. She had chosen a sleeveless, scarlet-red dress, and it looked
as if it was made for her. The bodice of the dress was held up by a
single spaghetti strap that looped up and over her neck. The dress
came to an end mid-thigh, and Angel swallowed hard as he got the first
opportunity to appreciate her legs. They were well-toned, and muscular,
like the rest of her body. *Staring too much* Angel told himself. He
paused long enough to notice her matching red high heels, before
returning to her face.
"Hi," Buffy said shyly, still standing outside her room. *Why am I
being like this all of the sudden?* she wondered. *I've been so comfortable
with him for the past two days, there's no reason that should change.*
"Hey," Angel replied. "You look incredible. Beautiful." He
frowned, "In fact you look so amazing there really aren't words to do it justice."
Buffy smiled wider, and blushed. "Thanks," she said. "You don't look
so bad yourself."
"Thanks, you ready?"
"Yeah," she nodded. *Walk, feet,* she commanded, and to her relief her
feet obeyed. She walked over to Angel, and he opened the door for her
as they walked out. When they reached the elevator, he stood behind her
and slightly to her right. He rested his palm against the small of her
back, and she shivered slightly at the touch.
"Cold?" Angel asked.
Buffy looked up into his brown eyes, and shook her head. "No," she
said. "It's nothing."
"Really?" he pressed, his eyes twinkling. He was not going to make
this night easy for her.
"I'm fine," she nodded, and looked away. *If I look into those eyes
for too long, I'll drown.*
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors opened. *Saved
by the... open doors?* she mentally shrugged at the way her mind was
working, or not-working. They walked outside, and Buffy frowned, a
puzzled look on her face.
"Expecting the limo?" Angel asked with a grin.
"No, guess not," she replied. "Which one then?" He pointed to the
black BMW convertible the valet drove up in front of them, and she gasped.
"Okay then," she said as Angel opened the door for her. "Nice car,"
she smiled up at him as she got into the car.
"Thanks," Angel replied. He walked around to the driver's side, and
couldn't help stealing another look at Buffy's legs. The hem of her
dress had slid up slightly, revealing even more leg. He looked up into
Buffy's eyes, and she was giving him a look. *Caught* he smiled
sheepishly and started the car.
********
Buffy and Angel arrived at Luke's, and Luke himself showed them to a
table. "There you go, my dear," he said smoothly to her. "You're
looking
exceptionally sexy tonight. However, I have to say your taste in men
has
improved very little after-Rivera."
"Be nice, Luke," Buffy said with a grin. She'd gotten to know Luke
when
Jake had worked here. Johnny hadn't liked her associating with Luke,
but
he tolerated it. He'd ordered her not to even speak to Sonny, though.
She now winked at Luke, saying, "You know you're the only man for me,"
which was a running theme between the two.
"Only in my dreams only, Darlin', only in my dreams," Luke sighed
melodramatically and walked away.
Buffy giggled, and turned to Angel. "He's a flirt," she shrugged.
"Among other things," Angel said with a sigh of mock-irritation, which
caused Buffy to grin at him.
After they'd ordered dinner, hamburgers which Buffy had readily agreed
to, Angel broke the 'small talk.' "So, Buffy," he said, leaning back
against his chair. "Tell me about yourself."
"Which part?" she questioned.
"All of it," Angel replied.
"You want the story of my life all in one evening?" Buffy asked
incredulously.
Angel chuckled, "I don't need every little detail of the last nineteen
years all at once, I suppose. Just what you're willing to tell me."
"Well," Buffy hesitated. "Is there something in particular you want to
know?"
"Anything," Angel shrugged. "Anything you don't think is 'none of my
business'."
"Okay," Buffy nodded. "And how did you know I was nineteen?"
"Sonny has to know everything about Johnny Rivera," Angel
replied. "Part of that means everything about his friends and girlfriends. Once upon
a time I was assigned with the task of finding out everything there is
to know about Buffy Anne Summers."
"Then you really don't need to know anything about me, you already
know
everything," Buffy protested.
"Buffy, I know your age, I know who you hang out with other than
Johnny.
I know where you went to school, and where you live. I know facts,
but I
don't know who _you_ are. That's what I want to know."
"I hope you know it's seriously strange when you go out with a guy who
already knows most everything about you. Kinda hard for a girl to have
any secrets."
"Don't you know that Johnny already knew a lot about you before you
two
even started dating?" Angel replied. "His father did, at the very
least.
He wouldn't have let Johnny go out with a girl he didn't know anything
about."
"I suppose you're right," Buffy nodded.
Angel smiled, reassuringly, "I'm not either of the Riveras, Buffy. I
know you don't believe it yet, but you _can_ trust me. Anything I
might
know about you stays with me. It won't be used to manipulate you."
"Angel, does it go both ways?" Buffy asked.
"What?" Angel gave her a confused look, she'd lost him.
"I tell you the story of my life, you tell me yours?" Buffy explained.
"I'll tell you as much as I can without risking you getting hurt by
knowing too much," Angel replied.
"Now that sounds familiar," Buffy sighed. The hurt look on Angel's
face caused her to regret the words instantly. "I'm sorry, Angel. That's
not fair. I know it's just a part of your life," she said.
She decided to steer the subject away to another one.
"So. Buffy's life. I hope you don't mind, but I'd rather not talk about
the depressing Johnny subject tonight."
"That's fine," Angel replied with a smile.
"Good," Buffy said. "Buffy's non-Johnny life, then. Not very exciting,
I'm afraid," she shrugged. "Like you said before, I'm nineteen. My
parents are living in New York City now. I'm an only child, I was a
cheerleader in highschool... What's that look for?"
"Nothing," Angel said, hiding his grin behind his hand.
Buffy gave him a raised eyebrow in reply.
"Really, I can't even remember." Angel said. *What I was
thinking was that would be the reason for those well-toned legs, but
I'm definitely not saying that to her.*
"Fine," Buffy shrugged. "Other than that, I was an average student at
best, didn't really get involved with many outside-of-school
activities. I was very glad to graduate and end that part of my life."
"What do you like to do for fun?"
"Fun?" Buffy thought for a moment, and when she heard the music
playing, replied, "I like to dance."
"Is that a hint?" Angel chuckled.
"Maybe," she said coyly.
"Well, Buffy Anne Summers, would you like to dance with me?" Angel
asked, standing and holding out his hand to her.
"I never thought you'd ask," she replied, smiling. She took his hand,
and he led her out onto the dance floor. The current band was taking a
break, and Buffy heard Luke and his current waitress arguing about the
choice of music. The waitress won out, and Buffy was glad. She liked
this song.
She put her arms around Angel's neck, and he placed his hands at her
hips, and they began to sway to the music.
sittin' on the beach
the island king of love
deep in fijian seas
deep in some blissful dream
where the goddess finally sleeps
in the lap of her lover
subdued in all her rage
and I am aglow with the taste
of the demons driven out
and happily replaced
with the presence of real love
the only one who saves
I wanna dance with you
I see a world where people live and die with grace
the karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace
I wanna dance with you
I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds
and lead us back to a world we would not face
Buffy gazed into Angel's eyes, and again had the feeling of drowning.
She didn't understand the incredible pull she felt toward him. It
wasn't
sane, definitely not after she'd just gotten free of Johnny. *I can't
help it, it would be way too easy to fall for him.* Buffy sighed, and
moved closer to Angel, laying her head on his chest.
She missed the smile that crept over Angel's features, as he wrapped
his arms around her waist. *I could get used to this. It's perfect.*
*********
Four hours later
Angel and Buffy had danced the rest of the evening, until the band was
long gone and they were the last two people on the dance floor. When
it was evident there would be no more music, they returned wordlessly
back to their table. Angel paid the bill, and they walked back outside to
his car.
Angel had his hand at the small of her back again, and she liked the
contact. It was reassuring, as if he was letting her know she was
safe. *I feel safe with him. Another thing that makes absolutely no sense
considering I've only known him for a little over a day.*
Angel opened the car door for her again, and offered his hand to help
her in. They still hadn't said a word to each other in an hour, but it
was a comfortable silence.
Halfway to the penthouse, she realized he was stealing glances at her
while driving. She caught him at one point, and he smiled that
adorable crooked smile she'd seen many times already that evening. "Thank you,"
she said.
"For what?"
"For a wonderful evening," she replied, smiling at him.
"There will be more, if I have anything to say about it," he said.
"I think I could deal with that," she said.
"Good," he replied.
They pulled up to the penthouse, and the spell was broken. Johnny
Rivera was standing outside the building with two of his men, obviously
waiting for Buffy to show up. "What is he doing here?" Buffy asked, with a
dejected look on her face.
"Trying to intimidate you and ruin your mood," Angel replied grimly.
He reached over and took her hand in his, saying, "Don't let him."
"It's not that easy--"
"I won't let him hurt you," Angel promised. "We just have a short walk
to the elevator. He wouldn't do anything on Sonny's front door
anyway."
He walked around to the passenger side door to open it for her. He
offered her his hand again, and she took it gratefully. He released it
and placed his arm around her waist instead, and she welcomed the
comfort it provided. THey walked to the door, and Johnny stepped in
their path.
"You move on fast," he said snidely.
"Go home, Johnny," Buffy replied, and was glad her voice sounded more
confident than she felt.
"Why the HELL did you go to the cops?" he yelled. "I don't want to
hurt you, but you've left me no choice. It's you or me, and it sure as hell
ain't gonna be me."
He advanced on them, but Angel caught him with an uppercut to the jaw,
knocking him to the ground. "I told you to stay away from her," he
said evenly. He turned back to Buffy, "Come on. Let's go up to the
penthouse." She nodded, and he walked her to the elevator.
When the elevator doors closed behind her, she started shaking. Angel
pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair with one hand. "He's never
going to leave me alone," she said. "Like he said, it's me or him, and
it's probably not going to be him."
"Don't talk like that," Angel said. "_Nothing_ is going to happen to
you."
When the elevator doors opened, Buffy pulled away
reluctantly. "Sorry," she said.
"You don't have to apologize," Angel replied. "Johnny Rivera makes his
living out of intimidating and bullying people. Don't feel bad
that he knows how to get to you. It'll get easier to deal with him as time
goes on."
"I hope you're right," Buffy replied as they entered her
apartment. "And I'm sorry that he ruined the evening."
"It's okay," Angel smiled. "Like I said, there will be more."
"Good," Buffy said, and stifled a yawn.
"Go to bed," Angel said, settling on her couch. "I'll be here if you
need anything.
"Oh yeah," she nodded. "Be back," she mumbled, as she ran back to her
room. She came back with a pillow and a few blankets. "I can't have
you uncomfortable," she smiled.
"Thanks."
"Well... goodnight," she shrugged and turned back to her bedroom.
When Buffy crawled into her bed, her last thought was, *I wonder if he
wanted to kiss me?*
When Angel finally succeeded in making himself comfortable enough to
sleep on the couch, his last thought was, *I wonder if she wanted me
to kiss her?*
End of Four
*****************
6 pm
Buffy was finishing getting ready for her evening out with Angel. He'd
gone back to his place after stationing two of Sonny's men in her
living room and threatening them with a painful death if they even
walked a foot outside her door.
Before she'd finished shopping, she'd gotten out of him that he wanted
to take her to Luke's Place for dinner and dancing. That had made her
decision of what to wear a little easier. *Casual rather than fancy is
just fine with me. Johnny was always parading me around. All the
upper-class parties, all the charity balls. I may have been the poor
girlfriend, but I guess I cleaned up well.*
She gave herself one last look in the mirror as she heard the
doorbell. "This is about as good as you're going to look, Buffy," she
told herself. "And I don't think you look half bad, if I do say so
myself."
She walked out to the living room, and grabbed for the back of the
nearest chair as she saw Angel. *Wow.* She mentally reminded herself
of her habit of jaw-dropping, and was relieved that she had
managed to control that reaction tonight. *Yum* she couldn't help
thinking, and was relieved again that had not been a verbal outburst.
She took a deep breath, and allowed her eyes to travel down Angel's
form, and back up to his face. He was wearing form-fitting black
leather pants, a black silk shirt and black shoes.
*Black is _so_ his color*
******
Angel looked up as he heard her walk out of her room. He'd never
understood the phrase "she took my breath away" until that moment.
When she walked into the room, it was like the entire world stood still,
and he felt his breath rush out of his body. He was not unaware that she
was "checking him out", so he took advantage of the opportunity to do the
same to her. She had curled her blond hair in loose spiral curls, and had
left it down. She had chosen a sleeveless, scarlet-red dress, and it looked
as if it was made for her. The bodice of the dress was held up by a
single spaghetti strap that looped up and over her neck. The dress
came to an end mid-thigh, and Angel swallowed hard as he got the first
opportunity to appreciate her legs. They were well-toned, and muscular,
like the rest of her body. *Staring too much* Angel told himself. He
paused long enough to notice her matching red high heels, before
returning to her face.
"Hi," Buffy said shyly, still standing outside her room. *Why am I
being like this all of the sudden?* she wondered. *I've been so comfortable
with him for the past two days, there's no reason that should change.*
"Hey," Angel replied. "You look incredible. Beautiful." He
frowned, "In fact you look so amazing there really aren't words to do it justice."
Buffy smiled wider, and blushed. "Thanks," she said. "You don't look
so bad yourself."
"Thanks, you ready?"
"Yeah," she nodded. *Walk, feet,* she commanded, and to her relief her
feet obeyed. She walked over to Angel, and he opened the door for her
as they walked out. When they reached the elevator, he stood behind her
and slightly to her right. He rested his palm against the small of her
back, and she shivered slightly at the touch.
"Cold?" Angel asked.
Buffy looked up into his brown eyes, and shook her head. "No," she
said. "It's nothing."
"Really?" he pressed, his eyes twinkling. He was not going to make
this night easy for her.
"I'm fine," she nodded, and looked away. *If I look into those eyes
for too long, I'll drown.*
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors opened. *Saved
by the... open doors?* she mentally shrugged at the way her mind was
working, or not-working. They walked outside, and Buffy frowned, a
puzzled look on her face.
"Expecting the limo?" Angel asked with a grin.
"No, guess not," she replied. "Which one then?" He pointed to the
black BMW convertible the valet drove up in front of them, and she gasped.
"Okay then," she said as Angel opened the door for her. "Nice car,"
she smiled up at him as she got into the car.
"Thanks," Angel replied. He walked around to the driver's side, and
couldn't help stealing another look at Buffy's legs. The hem of her
dress had slid up slightly, revealing even more leg. He looked up into
Buffy's eyes, and she was giving him a look. *Caught* he smiled
sheepishly and started the car.
********
Buffy and Angel arrived at Luke's, and Luke himself showed them to a
table. "There you go, my dear," he said smoothly to her. "You're
looking
exceptionally sexy tonight. However, I have to say your taste in men
has
improved very little after-Rivera."
"Be nice, Luke," Buffy said with a grin. She'd gotten to know Luke
when
Jake had worked here. Johnny hadn't liked her associating with Luke,
but
he tolerated it. He'd ordered her not to even speak to Sonny, though.
She now winked at Luke, saying, "You know you're the only man for me,"
which was a running theme between the two.
"Only in my dreams only, Darlin', only in my dreams," Luke sighed
melodramatically and walked away.
Buffy giggled, and turned to Angel. "He's a flirt," she shrugged.
"Among other things," Angel said with a sigh of mock-irritation, which
caused Buffy to grin at him.
After they'd ordered dinner, hamburgers which Buffy had readily agreed
to, Angel broke the 'small talk.' "So, Buffy," he said, leaning back
against his chair. "Tell me about yourself."
"Which part?" she questioned.
"All of it," Angel replied.
"You want the story of my life all in one evening?" Buffy asked
incredulously.
Angel chuckled, "I don't need every little detail of the last nineteen
years all at once, I suppose. Just what you're willing to tell me."
"Well," Buffy hesitated. "Is there something in particular you want to
know?"
"Anything," Angel shrugged. "Anything you don't think is 'none of my
business'."
"Okay," Buffy nodded. "And how did you know I was nineteen?"
"Sonny has to know everything about Johnny Rivera," Angel
replied. "Part of that means everything about his friends and girlfriends. Once upon
a time I was assigned with the task of finding out everything there is
to know about Buffy Anne Summers."
"Then you really don't need to know anything about me, you already
know
everything," Buffy protested.
"Buffy, I know your age, I know who you hang out with other than
Johnny.
I know where you went to school, and where you live. I know facts,
but I
don't know who _you_ are. That's what I want to know."
"I hope you know it's seriously strange when you go out with a guy who
already knows most everything about you. Kinda hard for a girl to have
any secrets."
"Don't you know that Johnny already knew a lot about you before you
two
even started dating?" Angel replied. "His father did, at the very
least.
He wouldn't have let Johnny go out with a girl he didn't know anything
about."
"I suppose you're right," Buffy nodded.
Angel smiled, reassuringly, "I'm not either of the Riveras, Buffy. I
know you don't believe it yet, but you _can_ trust me. Anything I
might
know about you stays with me. It won't be used to manipulate you."
"Angel, does it go both ways?" Buffy asked.
"What?" Angel gave her a confused look, she'd lost him.
"I tell you the story of my life, you tell me yours?" Buffy explained.
"I'll tell you as much as I can without risking you getting hurt by
knowing too much," Angel replied.
"Now that sounds familiar," Buffy sighed. The hurt look on Angel's
face caused her to regret the words instantly. "I'm sorry, Angel. That's
not fair. I know it's just a part of your life," she said.
She decided to steer the subject away to another one.
"So. Buffy's life. I hope you don't mind, but I'd rather not talk about
the depressing Johnny subject tonight."
"That's fine," Angel replied with a smile.
"Good," Buffy said. "Buffy's non-Johnny life, then. Not very exciting,
I'm afraid," she shrugged. "Like you said before, I'm nineteen. My
parents are living in New York City now. I'm an only child, I was a
cheerleader in highschool... What's that look for?"
"Nothing," Angel said, hiding his grin behind his hand.
Buffy gave him a raised eyebrow in reply.
"Really, I can't even remember." Angel said. *What I was
thinking was that would be the reason for those well-toned legs, but
I'm definitely not saying that to her.*
"Fine," Buffy shrugged. "Other than that, I was an average student at
best, didn't really get involved with many outside-of-school
activities. I was very glad to graduate and end that part of my life."
"What do you like to do for fun?"
"Fun?" Buffy thought for a moment, and when she heard the music
playing, replied, "I like to dance."
"Is that a hint?" Angel chuckled.
"Maybe," she said coyly.
"Well, Buffy Anne Summers, would you like to dance with me?" Angel
asked, standing and holding out his hand to her.
"I never thought you'd ask," she replied, smiling. She took his hand,
and he led her out onto the dance floor. The current band was taking a
break, and Buffy heard Luke and his current waitress arguing about the
choice of music. The waitress won out, and Buffy was glad. She liked
this song.
She put her arms around Angel's neck, and he placed his hands at her
hips, and they began to sway to the music.
sittin' on the beach
the island king of love
deep in fijian seas
deep in some blissful dream
where the goddess finally sleeps
in the lap of her lover
subdued in all her rage
and I am aglow with the taste
of the demons driven out
and happily replaced
with the presence of real love
the only one who saves
I wanna dance with you
I see a world where people live and die with grace
the karmic ocean dried up and leave no trace
I wanna dance with you
I see a sky full of the stars that change our minds
and lead us back to a world we would not face
Buffy gazed into Angel's eyes, and again had the feeling of drowning.
She didn't understand the incredible pull she felt toward him. It
wasn't
sane, definitely not after she'd just gotten free of Johnny. *I can't
help it, it would be way too easy to fall for him.* Buffy sighed, and
moved closer to Angel, laying her head on his chest.
She missed the smile that crept over Angel's features, as he wrapped
his arms around her waist. *I could get used to this. It's perfect.*
*********
Four hours later
Angel and Buffy had danced the rest of the evening, until the band was
long gone and they were the last two people on the dance floor. When
it was evident there would be no more music, they returned wordlessly
back to their table. Angel paid the bill, and they walked back outside to
his car.
Angel had his hand at the small of her back again, and she liked the
contact. It was reassuring, as if he was letting her know she was
safe. *I feel safe with him. Another thing that makes absolutely no sense
considering I've only known him for a little over a day.*
Angel opened the car door for her again, and offered his hand to help
her in. They still hadn't said a word to each other in an hour, but it
was a comfortable silence.
Halfway to the penthouse, she realized he was stealing glances at her
while driving. She caught him at one point, and he smiled that
adorable crooked smile she'd seen many times already that evening. "Thank you,"
she said.
"For what?"
"For a wonderful evening," she replied, smiling at him.
"There will be more, if I have anything to say about it," he said.
"I think I could deal with that," she said.
"Good," he replied.
They pulled up to the penthouse, and the spell was broken. Johnny
Rivera was standing outside the building with two of his men, obviously
waiting for Buffy to show up. "What is he doing here?" Buffy asked, with a
dejected look on her face.
"Trying to intimidate you and ruin your mood," Angel replied grimly.
He reached over and took her hand in his, saying, "Don't let him."
"It's not that easy--"
"I won't let him hurt you," Angel promised. "We just have a short walk
to the elevator. He wouldn't do anything on Sonny's front door
anyway."
He walked around to the passenger side door to open it for her. He
offered her his hand again, and she took it gratefully. He released it
and placed his arm around her waist instead, and she welcomed the
comfort it provided. THey walked to the door, and Johnny stepped in
their path.
"You move on fast," he said snidely.
"Go home, Johnny," Buffy replied, and was glad her voice sounded more
confident than she felt.
"Why the HELL did you go to the cops?" he yelled. "I don't want to
hurt you, but you've left me no choice. It's you or me, and it sure as hell
ain't gonna be me."
He advanced on them, but Angel caught him with an uppercut to the jaw,
knocking him to the ground. "I told you to stay away from her," he
said evenly. He turned back to Buffy, "Come on. Let's go up to the
penthouse." She nodded, and he walked her to the elevator.
When the elevator doors closed behind her, she started shaking. Angel
pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair with one hand. "He's never
going to leave me alone," she said. "Like he said, it's me or him, and
it's probably not going to be him."
"Don't talk like that," Angel said. "_Nothing_ is going to happen to
you."
When the elevator doors opened, Buffy pulled away
reluctantly. "Sorry," she said.
"You don't have to apologize," Angel replied. "Johnny Rivera makes his
living out of intimidating and bullying people. Don't feel bad
that he knows how to get to you. It'll get easier to deal with him as time
goes on."
"I hope you're right," Buffy replied as they entered her
apartment. "And I'm sorry that he ruined the evening."
"It's okay," Angel smiled. "Like I said, there will be more."
"Good," Buffy said, and stifled a yawn.
"Go to bed," Angel said, settling on her couch. "I'll be here if you
need anything.
"Oh yeah," she nodded. "Be back," she mumbled, as she ran back to her
room. She came back with a pillow and a few blankets. "I can't have
you uncomfortable," she smiled.
"Thanks."
"Well... goodnight," she shrugged and turned back to her bedroom.
When Buffy crawled into her bed, her last thought was, *I wonder if he
wanted to kiss me?*
When Angel finally succeeded in making himself comfortable enough to
sleep on the couch, his last thought was, *I wonder if she wanted me
to kiss her?*
End of Four