After about half a dozen songs you tell him you need a break (you have been dancing all out nonstop the whole time). He takes your hand as you walk of... the dance floor and leads you past the bar where you were sitting, grabbing your purse off the bar along the way and leads you to a booth in the corner. He slides in next to you and puts his arm around you. The two of you continue your conversation. Soon his phone rings, you can see the disappointment on his face when he sees who is call and. He could hear Buffy's voice downstairs and pulled on the lowestheeled shoes he could find that fit his small feet. Looking at allthe shoes in the closet, it was hard to believe that Willow's feetwere even smaller than his were now. He would have to startthinking of shoes as pointed things with heels instead of the round,wide and flat, and more importantly, comfortable, shoes he hadworn as a male. He brushed out Tara's hair as best he could,trying to match it to the picture on the bureau. He. But I didn't.I broke the kiss.“What's wrong?” she asked.“You don't love me.”She blinked, eyes wounded. “Of course I love you, Chaun. How many nights did you share my bed? How many times did I proclaim it in the dark of my bower?”“Whatever you're feeling, it's not love,” I said. The words hurt saying them. “I'm not even sure I ever loved you.”“Of course you loved me,” she said. “You risked your life to be with me. You loved me.”“I loved being with you.”“You loved being with lots of women.” Her. Diamond earrings dangled from my ears, flashing in thelight as I swung my head from side to side to gauge the effect. My new watch,yet another gift from Andrea, graced my left wrist, its slender supple goldbracelet framing its delicate oval face. I wore two rings, although none ofcourse on the ring finger of my left hand.I put on the shoes I had chosen. They had moderate heels, less than threeinches although by now I was perfectly at home in far higher heels. Blackleather, with black satin.