Just one for now. The muse is in hiding it seems.
“Angel! What are you doing?”
He cringed slightly as he heard Cordelia’s voice admonishing him. “Pulling this weed out of the garden.”
“That isn’t a weed. It’s a dandelion. They get all poofy and you can blow the pieces away, make a wish.” She put her hand against his to stop him mid-pluck.
So many things to wish for as he looked at that tenacious little weed poking out among the other flowers. He watched her eyes as she looked at the yellow intruder. He felt her soft hand resting so casually against his. Forget waiting for it to wither and die, he’d take his wish now.
He pulled her into his arms, crushing her against him, kissing her passionately. She seared his lips with her warmth and he wanted to pull in every bit of her heat.
The little weed could stay.