Three weeks later, Buffy was back at school. She was sleeping over at Cordelia and Angel's house on a Friday night. Willow was supposed to be staying over too, but Oz was going out of town the next day so she decided to spend some time with him. Cordelia's mom, Jenny, wouldn't let Xander sleep over on account of him being her boyfriend, which Cordelia spent most of the night moaning about.

The pair decided to watch the Exorcist late at night, to prove to Angel that they weren't scared. But when the film finished at two o'clock in the morning, they were both too terrified to sleep alone. Cordelia suggested going in to Angel. Buffy protested at first, not wanting him to see her so scared, but eventually buckled when she saw a shadow by the window. They snuck into his room and Angel sat up, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

Angel: Wha? Cordelia? Buffy?

Cordelia: Can we sleep in here with you Angel? We're scared

Buffy: Please

Angel: Sleep in your own room

Cordelia: Please Angel

Angel: Fine. But you better not snore

He fell back against the pillows, throwing an arm over his eyes. Unfortunately his bed was only a double, leaving the three squashed together, and Buffy somehow ended up in the middle, between the two of them. She wasn't comfortable being that close to Angel at all. Before long though, she felt her eyes droop and she fell asleep. Angel was still awake, annoyed to be pushed to the edge of his bed, and confused about how he felt having Buffy pressed against his side. As he was falling to sleep he felt an arm snake across his waist, but before he could ponder it further, sleep over took him.

Jenny: Come on you guys, it's 11 o'clock, time to get up

Luckily Jenny didn't walk into the room. Cordelia was curled up on the edge of her side of the bed, her back to Buffy and Angel. Buffy's arm was draped across Angel's stomach, one leg was flung across his and her head was pillowed on his shoulder, her face turned in towards his neck. His arm was wrapped around her back, holding her to him. Angel groaned slightly at his mom's words and pulled Buffy closer to him, still half-asleep.

Cordelia: Five more minutes mom

Buffy stirred slightly and pressed closer to Angel, tightening her arm around him and nuzzling into his ear. He moaned softly in return, turning his head towards Buffy and rubbing his nose against her forehead, his eyes still closed.

Jenny: Now guys!

Angel's eyes slowly opened and he came face to face with Buffy's wide hazel ones. They both shrieked loudly and Angel, in his haste to back away, fell backwards off the bed. Buffy jumped back into Cordelia who sat up quickly, pushing Buffy away.

Cordelia: Jeez, what's up with you guys?

Buffy: Erm…I just forgot where I was for a second

Angel stood up, his cheeks flushed red. Buffy blushed beetroot when she saw he was only wearing his boxers, then looked down to see all she was wearing was a vest top and some shorts. Somehow at night it didn't seem as much of an issue. Angel realised his state of undress and quickly grabbed some pants, hauling them on then rushing out of the room to the bathroom.

Cordelia: What's his deal?

For the next week Buffy and Angel avoided each other, neither mentioning what had happened. Buffy was embarrassed, but more worried that she actually enjoyed the feeling. She hated Angel, right? Sure she knew he was hot, she'd have to be blind not to notice that, but she hated him, she had to, she had to…