The next day Buffy woke up to the warm feeling and the gentle embrace of two strong arms around her petite waist. It brought a smile to her face that Angel was with her the whole night. Though the smile faded away and the events of Parker and what followed last night came tumbling down. The image of Parker’s face smiling at her practically gloating that he stolen what was the most precious thing that any woman could give to a man just made her start crying all over again. Her muffled crying increased more against Angel’s chest and he was awakened by it.
“Buffy, sweetie, what’s wrong?” He gently placed his finger under her chin letting her tear-stained face looking into his brown eyes. Of course he had the feeling that it dealt with last night’s turning events. After all no woman would be able to forget what cruel and painful actions a man like Parker caused on his Buffy. He couldn’t wait to have a nice meaningful chat with Parker. Though the anger that’s festered up inside of Angel, he doubted much talk would be involved.
“Parker. I just can’t seem to get the face of that jerk out of my mind. I’m so scared Angel. What if I see him and he approaches me? What am I to do?”
“You have every right to be scared. What happened to you should have never happened to any woman, let alone you. As for Parker approaching, he’ll think twice after I have a word with him. I’m going to be with you all the time. So don’t worry about a thing.”
“But what if he does and tries something? You can’t be around me twenty-four seven,” she said her voice trembling as the tears were streaming down her bruised face. Angel cupped her face and lightly wiped away the tears from her face. He was looking at the bruises that were made from last night.
“Well that wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I can be your protector, your knight and shining armor. I promise nothing will happen to you,” he said smiling.
“Okay. Though can we stay here and spend Christmas together? I don’t want to go home. I feel safe with you,” she said with a small smile.
“Buffy, as much as I like your idea, I think you should be with your family and friends. You need to tell your parents what happened,” he argued.
“But you promised me. Angel, I can’t tell them and I don’t want to leave this place or your arms for that matter,” she whined.
“Okay, I’ll make a deal with you. We’ll spend the day together here and the night, though tomorrow we’re heading to your place. I’ll be there by your side when you tell your parents everything. So what do you say? Is it a deal?”
“Fine. Though I really wished you had a bathtub.”
