Spike marched up to Buffy, "Meet me at Chase Towers on Saturday at 4 o'clock. Don't you dare be late," then stormed off before Buffy had a chance to respond.
Buffy was halfway through the mall window shopping with Willow on a rainy Saturday when she remembered Spike's dire warning. "I don't care if I upset him. He didn't even ask me. He just ordered me to be there."
"I think you both on edge since Angel ran away to Paris, leaving your little triangle a straight line." Willow nodded wisely.
"I can't believe he left with saying goodbye." Buffy sighed. "I thought we were actually friends."
On her way home in the horrible storm, Buffy felt guilty enough to walk by Chase Towers. It was 6 o'clock in the pouring rain, she assured herself, there was no way he would still be there. Yet as she got closer, she noticed familiar bleached blonde hair huddled in a red jacket.
Putting her umbrella over his soaked shivering body, she stared down at him. "Why are you still here?"
"I thought you had forgotten me. I was planning a proper punishment."
"Let me get you inside. You must be freezing."
"No, no, no. This can't be happening." Buffy screeched at the elevator that had just trapped her and Spike together.
"Buffy?" Spike whispered as he fell to the floor.
Buffy ran over from pressing the elevator buttons. She grew concern as she felt his forehead was burning up, but his hands were ice cold.
With no blankets, no dry clothes. Her only option to keep him warm was body heat. So she did what anybody would do and snuggled into his chest.
Which is where they were found the next morning.