Not as kinky as she'd expected. But somehow, way more disturbing than she could have anticipated.

She didn't love him, of course. Lust wasn't love. Attraction, intrigue weren't love. The compelling draw of good girl to bad boy was just a draw, in the end. Then again, she was an actress, wasn't she?

So Cordelia reached up, ran her fingers through his hair, settled a cupped palm against his cheek. Sweet and earnest and shy.

"I love you," she whispered, leaning in toward his ear. "I'm completely and totally in love with you."