[ Even Buffy is still catching up on her musical education, but some things are timeless - rhythm and beat. The lyrics don't really matter. Nor does the name of the band. What matters is that she can move to it, and enjoy herself.

Even with her heeled boots on there was no way Buffy was coming close to Vasquez's height, and the truth was that was exactly how she liked it. And it made his spinning her a lot easier. There was no need for Buffy to really bend.

When she was close again Buffy moved against him. She had no idea about his lack of contact. Maybe if she'd truly considered the life of an outlaw it would have occurred to her, but generally she just assumed that hot guys were never without company for long.

She twisted, facing him once more but staying close as she left his arm right where it was, her own sliding up around his neck and then down to rest more comfortably against his chest. Whatever had been in that test drink she'd had was making her a little more inclined to be brazen with physical contact than she might have been normally. ]

Yeah, but I like hearing it from someone else. I know that probably makes me shallow or whatever. And for the record, you're all kinds of good-looking.