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It had been a week since the… incident. Xander still refused to let himself think of it as a kiss. Sure, he’d enjoyed it, but that had been the shock factor, Angel had molested him. It was as simple as that.

He’d been vulnerable, it was almost rape now he came to think about it and he really didn’t want to think about that because that lead to all sorts of images and scenarios with Angel naked in front of him.

Dammit!

Xander shook his head, he was not gay. All he had to do was think about Cordy’s breasts to know that, the way they seemed to melt under his hands, the hot flesh there responding to his touch, her dark nipples hardening in desire as he licked and teased them with his teeth. He wondered if Angel’s would do the same…

NO!!!!

This time Xander had to actually pinch himself to bring himself out of the fantasy. He would not think about Angel that way – it was wrong! Not that there was anything wrong with being gay, his internal editor added, oh no sirree, it just wasn’t something Xander Harris was ever going to be. Not in this lifetime anyway.

He looked around him, the others were deep in research mode which was usually a chance for him to catch up on the sleep he missed out on at home. But then his gaze fell on Angel. The vampire was watching him with a knowing expression and Xander felt as though hot ice had been dropped down his shirt.

Those eyes electrified him, and he watched spellbound as Angel stood and walked to the back of the library. Desire flooded through him and Xander knew he was helpless in its tide. Not gay? Maybe not, but he’d make an exception for Angel.