Painful past

Willow wet her lips, bewildered that he agreed to her request without making a fuss. A sense of loss rose within her heart, but she soon squashed it. It is for the best. She wrapped herself in the towel once again. She can't be naked beside him. It is too dangerous. Lothaire too stood, grabbed a pant laying on the floor, and tucked it. He then sat once again on the bed, giving her time to tell her reason. His musky scent made her want to lean closer, to run her nose along her skin, to taste it. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair once again, feel that stubble over her skin. However, she controlled the urge. With great difficulty. "My parents," Willow took a deep breath and continued, "they were killed by a vampire." 7 years ago Willow grumbled under her breath at the unfairness of her parents. They always make her run errands for silly things while they discuss "grown-up" stuff. As if she is a kid. Willow scoffed. She shuffl