with your lips I taste heaven
With your touch, I am yours.
Take me with you to the highest plains of love
I offer you my heart, body and soul.’
“Hi, Giles,” Willow said as she entered the library. “Whatcha doing?”
He hastily folded up the piece of paper he had been writing on. “Um…nothing. Nothing at all, what are you doing here?” He glanced at his watch. “It’s late.”
“Oh, nothing. Just though I’d drop by before heading home,” she replied, all the time wondering what he had written on the piece of paper. You’d think he’d been caught cheating on a exam, the way he reacted,’ she thought.
“I’ll drop you off. You know, you shouldn’t be out at this time at night,” he told her while he, gathered his things.
After dropping Willow off, he drove home. Sitting on the couch, he reached into his pocket and re-read what he had written. “Idiot, you can never give her this. She doesn’t feel the same.” He crumpled the paper and went to bed.
“Idiot, you can never give him this. He doesn’t feel the same.” Shaking her head, Willow thought of Rupert. A wistful smile on her lips remembering when he had surprised her while writing the poem meant for him. If she recalled correctly, she had reacted the same way he did when she walked in on him.
“Nah... couldn’t be... could it?” She said out loud. “There’s only one way to find out.” Willow suddenly found herself looking forward to the next day.
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