thedeadlyhook

She puts a biscuit packet down and heads to the window, carefully slides the curtain aside, making sure to hold it in such a way that the light doesn't reach him. A small thing, but it puts a throb of affection in his chest, a swelling ache.

That put a big lump in my throat, as did all her trying so hard in this chapter. You've pushed my Buffy button with that. :)

Twist at the Gallery had me gasping. This just keeps getting better and better!