[They'd been dancing around this long enough, but that didn't mean she had to actually choose to coincide it with the ridiculous holiday that seemed to send people into a candy, rose-covered frenzy. But given who Wesley had been, she was fairly certain that no matter how much he may have changed there would always be a romantic tucked deep down inside.
Only she wasn't the chocolates, poetry, or cards sort. She was the type to strip down to nothing but her tattoos and a wicked smile so that she was standing there in the middle of his apartment waiting for him.]
4... Because it's Fox?
Only she wasn't the chocolates, poetry, or cards sort. She was the type to strip down to nothing but her tattoos and a wicked smile so that she was standing there in the middle of his apartment waiting for him.]