Smoke billowed in front of Spike as he leaned against the tree and watched the slayer through her window. His eyes widened. What the hell was she doing? Why was she moving her hips as if inviting him to...? Did she know he was watching?
His name, whispered hungrily carried through the open window. She knew.
If his heart could beat it would be racing with excitement. With a wicked smile, Spike dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his heel as he walked purposefully towards the door. After all who was he to resist an invitation?