I turned into my apartment and Buffy looked at me but didn't protest. There were media all around her house and my apartment seems like the logical option right now. An hour later, I was seating next to Buffy on my couch. Connor was in Liam's room, playing computer games.

In the hour that passed, Buffy had to calm a sobbing Connor, called her mom to tell her of the incident, I had ordered takeout and tried to help Buffy on Connor by telling him of Liam's computer games. At the mention of games, his eyes light up. I snickered. Boys will be boys.

"Thank you", Buffy said, breaking the silence.

"Sure thing."

"But you shouldn't have."

I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Now they've seen you. You're going to be dragged into this mess"

"I don't care."

"But Angel…"

"It doesn't matter, Buffy."

"I just don't want you in this! I have enough chaos that's going on in my life right now and if you got dragged into this, it will be too much for me to handle!"

"Let me worry about that".

She turned to look at me intently. My heart raced; probably from the adrenaline of what had transpired. Her eyes looked so sad.

"Angel…I…I don't know what to do."

"It's okay. You'll figure this out".

"What if I can't? I don't know how to do this", silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

I felt compelled to wiped the tears away but I kept my hands to myself.

"Mommy?"

Buffy immediately wiped her tears and brightened when Connor came to us.

"Why aren't we going home? Why are we here?"

"Uncle Angel just wanted to talk to me."

"When is Liam coming home? Isn't school over for him too?"

"Liam won't be back for a while but why don't you just continue with your games?"

"I'm a little tired".

"It's his nap time", she tells me.

"Come here, honey", opening her arms to scoop Connor up.

Before Connor could go into his mom's arms, I interject and scooped him up instead.

"Why don't we give Mommy a break and let Uncle Angel carry you for a while?"

"Okay", and immediately rested his head on my shoulder.

"Angel, you really don't have to. It's fine. I can put him to sleep", Buffy insisted.

"It's fine. I want to. You just relax and take a break."

"You already went through enough trouble".

"It's no trouble at all. Just relax".

Buffy relented and looked at Connor lovingly in my arms. I slowly walked to Liam's room, lightly swung him from side to side and stroked his back, lulling him to sleep.

Ten minutes later, Connor was asleep. Poor little boy. He was so exhausted. When I was convinced that he was deeply asleep, I carefully placed him on Liam's bed.

I walked out to the living room and the sight made me stop in my tracks. Buffy was seated, asleep on my couch and not for the first time, I was struck by her beauty.

In this line of work, you are easily surrounded by attractive women but to me, Buffy's beauty was unmatchable. I made my way and sat next to her and just stared.

Suddenly, her head fell forward in slumber and instinctively, I held her shoulder and manoeuvred so that I could carry her. Scooping her in my arms, I stood up. I could not tear my eyes away from her face. I stood there for a few minutes.

Millions of thoughts run through my head. I do not have a guest room. Should I lay her down on my bed? Did it seem appropriate? Should I bring her to Kathy's room instead? But her bed will be too small for her. My bed seems the most logical.

I walked to my room and gently laid her down. She looked so peaceful asleep and I had this weird urge to lie next to her and let my chest be her pillow. What's wrong with me? This is Buffy, my friend. Sure, I was attracted to her and had feelings for her in the past but it was all buried in the past. Gone! I mean, I was married to another woman. I build a life with her. Had two kids with her. But I could not deny the fast beats of my heart right now, staring at her, being so close to her. Did the feelings really go away?

Her lips slightly parted and I want so much to kiss her. As if I had no control, I leaned close to her lips and within inches from touching; I caught myself, pulled back and immediately left my room.

This is madness! She's still a married woman! What is wrong with me? How could I have all these thoughts about her? What does this all mean? I paced my living room, trying to calm myself down but it did not help. All I wanted was to rush back into my room and give into my heart's desire but it would be wrong. I could not stay. I had to put as much distance from her as I can. I have to stay away her.

I ended up driving around the streets of LA aimlessly. Buffy is my friend. She's my very good friend. I repeated those words like a mantra. Over and over again; willing myself to stop these feelings but it didn't help. I kept thinking of her soft blonde tresses, that I imagined myself running my fingers in, her lips that I imagined kissing and pecking, her beautiful face that I'm very sure will haunt me in my sleep and every waking moment and how perfectly she fits in my arms; it felt so right to have her there.

Later that night, I gave into my tired body and mind and drove back home. Upon entering my apartment, I went to Liam's room to check on Connor and see that he was still fast asleep and proceeded to check on Buffy.

She was still asleep and her back was facing the door. God, even the view of her back was beautiful. Shaking my head off, I walked to my couch and laid there. I did not know how long I laid there but eventually I allowed sleep to come and the last thing on my mind before drifting off was Buffy Summers.

I woke up at 8 in the morning feeling cramped. My long body was not meant to fit my expensive couch. When I sat up, I saw the note on my coffee table.

Hey,

Thank you for yesterday. I didn't mean to fall asleep and stay so long. I will never forget what you did for me and Connor. You're such an amazing friend, and truly, my Angel.

-Buffy

She was gone and I was disappointed. What was I expecting? That she stayed till morning? We had breakfast together? I sighed and went to take a shower.

For the next two and a half weeks, I worked on pushing my feelings away for Buffy. We texted a few times. Once, she texted to thank me again, another time, she asked who my divorce lawyer was, the third time was me texting her, asking how was she and Connor doing and if Dawn was back, another time was her asking me what was the game I let Connor played and a few other texts that was just small talk.

Before I knew it, it was just a matter of days before shooting for the second season began which means once again, I would have to be around Buffy again and it made me nervous. I was failing miserably to push away the feelings I have for her.

I even tried dating Abby, a make-up artist in the industry but I found myself comparing her and Buffy. How her blonde hair wasn't as shiny and soft looking as Buffy's, how she wore more makeup than Buffy's, how she wasn't as short as Buffy, how her lips wasn't as delectable as Buffy's and how she is not as beautiful as Buffy. After only two dates, I decided to end it, claiming that I wasn't ready for a relationship.

This was it; the day I have to see Buffy again. It was the first day of shooting for our second season. I entered the studio and helped myself to some coffee before making my way to my trailer for make-up. I felt I was split in two. One part looked forward to seeing the woman that makes my heart go pit-a-pat and the other just wanted to run away, telling myself that this is wrong.

As I approached my trailer, I tried to peek into Buffy's which was located next to mine, wondering if she was already here. We usually reach about the same time.

"Morning Angel", she suddenly greeted me from behind.

I jumped a little and clumsily spilled half a cup of coffee onto my hand. I winced as the hot beverage scalded me. Buffy raised her eyes in concern.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry", she said as she quickly took away the coffee cup from my hand, pulled out tissues from her bag and dabbed my hand.

"It's okay", I said, trying to pull my hand away from her.

"Let me look at it", she firmly held onto my hand, not allowing me to move it away.

Her touch was causing even more fire to the already scorched hand of mine and my already fast beating heart raced further from her innocent touch. When she gently blew on my hand in hopes of easing the pain, I lost my train of thought and stared at her, mesmerized again by her beauty. This is madness!

"It's really okay, Buffy. I'm fine", once again pulling my hand away.

"Let me get you another cup", she offered.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it."

"Really, it's no problem. I want to grab some coffee for myself anyway."

"Why don't we walk over together?"

She nodded in agreement.

"Sorry", she apologised again.

"It's okay", I replied as we made the short walk to the coffee station.

"So, how have you been?" I asked. The silence will make my thoughts wander to how good she smelled and how beautiful she looked in jeans and a tank top. I had to make small talk to distract myself.

"Coping. Some days are harder than others but it's getting better. Will had his stuff moved out of the house yesterday".

"I'm sorry".

"Don't be. I knew it was coming when I decided to file for divorce. Thank you for the lawyer contact by the way."

"Sure thing."

"The brutal part was telling my kids. Connor and Dawn was crying and kept asking for Will and I had to tell them that we're not going to stay together anymore. It's just hard to see them like that. I mean, somehow, I'll find a way to move on but my kids; I wish I know what to say to them to make it better."

"I'll tell you something that a wise woman once told me; make them understand while William and you are over, you're still there for them, you're still their mother. That's all you can do for now".

She smiled a little hearing her own advice.

"Does it get easier, Angel?"

"What?"

"This...Divorce."

"Honestly, it does. It's going to hurt for now and probably will hurt for some time but it will get better."

"You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

"I'm speaking from experience", I smiled.

When she smiled at me, I looked at her for a few moments before looking away. My heart was racing again. I was definitely falling for Buffy and I had to fight it but being near her and working with her was going to be difficult. I kept telling myself that I am an actor and this was just a job.

Sigh. This was going to be a long day.