Author's Note: More old things written about Xander...They just keep popping up. This was probably cut from Midnight Roses, though I can barely fathom why.
"Will you kiss me?"
The words fell from her lips without a second thought. All the while he watched her intently, because that was how he was. She turned her head away, embarressment flushing her cheeks. Beautiful. Broken.
Then, completely without warning, he took that first hesitant step towards her. He reached out to tentatively trail his finger down her pale, pale jawline.
And then he kissed her, because he always did what he was told. Because that was how he was.