~*~ CHAPTER 5 ~*~
awoke to quietness. Complete quiet throughout the entire building. Beside him, Willow still slept, her soft red hair flowing
over the silk covered pillows. Gently, Oz reached over and removed a silken lock from its place lying across her cheek. Not
able to control himself, Oz leaned forward, pressing his lips against Willow's own pale perfect ones. With a slight moan,
Willow allowed her eyes to flutter open.
"Good morning," Oz whispered. Willow only smiled up at him.
back to his house after 4:00.
"Hi, sweetie. How was your birthday?" Asked his mom as he entered the kitchen.
mom. Perfectly wonderful."
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