Dear Gunn,
                It's me Cordelia. I really suck at the letter writing thing so bear with me.  I'm writing this because I can't seem to talk to you face to face.  Which is weird cuz in high school it was never like this.  Everything seems to have changed. Anyway, I think you should know, or I want to tell you that I kinda like you.

Weird, I know.  I don't understand it.  Just another freaky bit of the puzzle that is me.  I mean at least you don't know who Buffy Summers - Angel's ex-hunny - is.  All the guys I like ffall for her.  What is it about me?  Colour me clueless.

So I know you probably think I'm some spoilt little rich girl but nowadays nothing could be further from the truth.  We don't really have a lot in common or come from each others worlds but I feel weird near you.  Hence my recent dorkage in the past days.

I mean who says "I want you on top-of the paper work."  How lame a comeback is that?  So I didn't know if you noticed me.  I really feel that these days I don't shine as much as I used to in high school.

Anyway, so since I'm protecting you anyway and saving your life, looks like I should spend a lot of time with you.  Something like coffee or a movie or I could make you dinner.  Dennis might get a little jealous though.  My ghost.  LA's got everything huh?  Poltergeists, shoes and well you.

So this letter will probably get put in the bin.  But if you get this.. write me back.  Or you could tell me face to face to screw off.  Whatever you feel good about.

Ok so i'm gonna stop writing.

I really think i'm kinda falling in love with you - or whatever
 

Love Cordelia.
 

Gunn studied the part that said falling in love with you.  Wow, love.  Cordelia.  In love with him.  This was a dream.  This wasn't happening.  A beautiful, classy, funny woman was in love with him.

Thing was, he liked Cordelia.  A lot. As for love -or whatever- as Cor had put it, he might just.  In fact, he definitely did.  He never admitted it because love was a weakness.  But every time he seen Cordelia, his legs went all collapsible on him and his heart started beating treble time against his rib cage.  He felt he would explode if he didn't hold her.

'So what do i do ?' He thought sitting back.  'She's wrote this letter, which by her standards is kinda romantic, so should I do something like that back?'

Cordelia walked into work and took off her bag.  she looked around the hotel.  No Angel, no Wesley and importantly, no Gunn.  No Gunn, lack of Gunn.  That bothered her.  A lot.

She went to her notebook computer.  She saw a rose sitting on top of it with a note.

She looked down and saw the trail.  She followed it all the way up the stairs and into one of the rooms.  She opened it and gasped.

There were golden candles and petals everywhere.  She felt hands over her eyes.

"Guess," he challenged.

"Gunn," she said in a low whispery voice.

"Correct.  Please, tell our beautiful contestant what she's won," Gunn joked turning her around.

"So, what have i won?"

"The first kiss of many," he promised and kiss her softly.  Cordy returned his kiss and then held his hand lightly.

"This is incredible," she said close to him.

"Wait," he said and put on some romantic music.  He came back grinning.

"I really never imagined this.  No one has ever done anything like this for me before.  I mean after that letter i really didn't figure for ever seeing you again."

"I can hardly stay away from the woman who's saving my life."

"True."

"And i can hardly stay away from you.  Would you, um, would you dance.. with me ?"

"Love to."

She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Cordelia?"

"Mmhhm?"

"You know you got it going on girl."

She smiled and nodded.

With Xander is was kinda lusty feelings.  With Wilson it was all about demon surrogate spawn that he wanted to impregnate her with.  With Angel it was a stupid crush thing until she realised he was totally in love with Buffy.  With every other guy in high school, it was make out sessions behind the bleakers.  But with Gunn she felt different.  He was content to hold her.  To dance with her.  Not just to make out with her.

It was most definitely love - or whatever.