Dean laughed when she mentioned her hair. “Your hair’s not ruined and even if it was, I like the untamed look.” Right now, she could be dressed in a sack and have matted hair like a bird’s nest and it wouldn’t matter to him. He hadn’t felt this good about someone in a long, long time and he wasn’t about to let wet hair spoil things.
“My little hovel is on River Street. So lead the way”
It was so tempting just to take Buffy upto his room and spend the night there with her but he knew he wouldn’t. He wanted some privacy, not his nosy landlady listening to every sound that came from the room. Plus, he thought that Buffy…and him...deserved better. He wanted this to be special. There was only ever one first time and he wanted it to be perfect.
He looked back down at her, getting wetter and wetter by the second. “Is it far from here?”