He was thinking about her lips. Her red, red, red lips.

Damn it, he thought, frustrated. Honestly, why couldn't she have been a boy? He wouldn't have had any trouble with a boy. But Willow was a girl. A girl who was his best friend, he reminded himself repeatedly. Just a friend, a good friend...

But a friend with lips. Soft, nice looking lips. Lips that looked really, really kissable.

Kissable, Xander? When did he turn into such a girl?

Xander's eyes, glazed over with thought, centred upon the redhead, who was, without Xander's knowledge, staring right back at him.