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or thought he had.  Ha! Who did he think he was he kidding? 
    She was standing completely still surrounded by a glowing eldritch light which made her look oddly fragile  (arousing feelings of protectiveness in Stiles that he had never had before in relation to Tamar, who was a girl who could take care of herself) and so beautiful that she took his breath away.
    ‘Better than mortal man deserves?’ she said reading his mind again. 
    ‘I never saw anything so beautiful,’ he agreed.  ‘I never met anyone like you,’ he told her moving closer.  ‘You’re not just beautiful, you’re brave and clever and you care, and I think – I think that somehow it shines through.  You’re beautiful all the way down in your soul, and it shows through.  Your beauty really does come from within.’
    Tamar raised an eyebrow. Even under the influence of the spell she was surprised at this glowing rhetoric coming from the relatively stolid Stiles, who had probably never said words like that before in his entire life, or even thought of them.  Also, she knew that it was all cobblers.  Tamar was a tough bitch, and she knew it.  But she was moved all the same. 
    Her head was swimming; the dank and horrible forest had taken on a rosy hue, and she was sure that she could hear the swell of an orchestra.  Little birdies were tweeting, and she was vaguely aware of what sounded suspiciously like crashing waves (and they were at least seventy miles from the ocean).  There were rose petals. 
    ‘There’ll be champagne next,’ though the tiny cynical core of Tamar that never quite surrendered.
    ‘Jack,’ she said softly.  Are you saying what I think you’re saying?’
    ‘I’m not good enough for you,’  he answered.
    ‘I think you are,’ she said.  ‘I always thought you were a remarkable man.’  
    ‘Really?’
    ‘Oh yes, and far too modest.’
    ‘I’m getting old now,’ he said.  ‘And I never was handsome even when I was young.’
    Tamar denied it.  ‘Yes you are,’ she said.  ‘Sort of.  I think so anyway. From what I hear, handsome is as handsome does, you know.  And it must be true ’cause look at you.’
    ‘That’s just an old saying,’ said Stiles.
    ‘Well, if there’s even a grain of truth in it, then you must be far handsomer than me,’
    Stiles was looking at her uncertainly.  ‘Do you really mean all this?’ he said.  ‘I mean, it seems like … I dunno.  You’ve never said … I think maybe you don’t know what you’re saying.  I can’t … take advantage of you if you’re well … not yourself maybe … or … I dunno …’ he trailed off.
    She smiled. ‘Jack …’ she reached for him.
     ‘No!  It isn’t a good idea,’ he said weakly. And he untwined her arms from about his neck with shaking fingers.
    She pouted irresistibly.  ‘If you don’t want me, just say so,’ she said.  ‘But I know that you do.’
    ‘Tamar …’ He put his arms around her. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said.  ‘I don’t know what I was thinking.’
    She kissed him, and the world spun.
    He said. ‘I love you.’
    This was ludicrous, and the spell broke.  Tamar pulled back, and they just stared at each other dumbly. 
    ‘That wasn’t real, was it?’ said Stiles eventually, as if he was not certain.
    ‘No!’ said Tamar a little too emphatically. 
    ‘Only… it kind of felt real,’ he said.
    ‘You mean apart from the fact that it clearly wasn’t ,’ said Tamar acerbically.  Rose petals !
    ‘Well, yeah, apart from that.’
    ‘You and I don’t say those kinds of things, especially to each other.’
    ‘I know,’
    ‘It was a spell.  Something got inside our heads and made us say that stuff.’
    ‘I know, but …’
    ‘Yeah, but … You tried it on with me once before I seem to remember,’ she added.
    ‘And you told me that you would have let me, if it wasn’t for Denny,’ he reminded her.’ 
    This was true.
    ‘So … was it real, or not?’ she wondered.
    ‘We’ll