He was a verry, bad man. Okay, teenage boy, but the thoughts in his mind were anything but juvenile. Not there bhad/b been many thoughts in his mind the moment her double's hands had traveled down to his ass.

He didn't know why her felt so guilty. It hadn't been like this wasn't the reaction she had been aiming for. Except that it hadn't been Willow. Well, not ihis/i Willow. Not that she was his, but still.

He knew all to well that if Willow had any idea that her had relived his lower tention with the image of iher/i, and not her double, incased in the leather, he would never be able to look her in the eyes again.

This wasn't supposed to be like this. Her just getting over him before lust flairing up between them, and now ihe/i was the one who was hanging on to his sanity by a thread.