Okay, well, it's a start. Some surprises are good.

[ And there's that small voice inside her saying that maybe she should just come clean. Tell him about the test. But what if it isn't the test? What if it's really just the culmination of everything since she died back in Sunnydale and came here, and found that she was free. Free to not be the Slayer, free to do what she wanted. Or it could be both. It just seemed like a whole lot to try and explain when she was pleasantly distracted by his lack of shirt.

And those fingers. A shiver ran up her spine, but she wasn't about to complain. Her own fingers made a trail up his arm and over his bicep before curling around the back of his neck and the tips teased at his hair. ]

Totally your fault. If you weren't so mysterious and hot. You're the first one I've said it to. And you're worth complimenting.