Puzzle

“I don’t get you Summers.”

“Thanks for sharing, Spike.” She started for the door but he stopped her, blocking her path with his body.

“You know how I feel about you and you say you don’t believe it…you don’t feel the same but here you are. You can’t help it. You need me.”

“Spike…get out of the way. I have to get home.”

“There’s something about you…you’re a puzzle”

“Ok, I’m a puzzle. Can I go now?”

His hand slid down her thigh, slipping beneath her skirt. She gasped, trying to pull away.

“I’m going to figure you out.”