She had screamed, shuddered, moaned and begged.
Now, awake among the rubble, she was horrified. She hated Spike and yet, she spent the night doing…stuff with him.
Five minutes later she escaped into the light. But she couldn't forget how Spike had stared at her with longing and adoration mixed with self-satisfaction.
She had told him this would never happen again. He had merely looked at her with his all-knowing gaze and detailed exactly why it would.
He was right and she hated it. This was what she deserved. This was what she needed. This was what she wanted.