Fools Rush In
He cursed himself for those mistakes. Striding over the threshold where Angel would have known he had to wait. Courting mirrors and crosses with reckless abandon. All things that were ingrained knowledge for a centuries-old vampire.
And those hired toughs – yes, they'd run away, but Angel would have shown them off with a good deal more efficiency. Angel always knew the right moves before he plunged into a scrum.
And then: Virginia snuggling into his arms, her perfume heady and her skin warm and soft and her mouth entirely everywhere.
Angel would have put her gently aside by now.