A book had always been an acceptable gift between lovers in Angel’s youth. Like flowers, it was a trifling token of esteem; nothing to raise the most censorious eyebrow.

And, just as a posy could convey a message by the flowers included, a book could tell more than one story too - and where better to hide a love letter than within a volume of poems?

But Buffy never got past ‘Always’ on the front page of Browning’s Sonnets and the slip of paper that would have left her breathless and besotted yellowed unread at the heart of the book.



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