Cardi-ac Arrest

As Spencer whipped off his glasses, he gazed intently into Angela's eyes.
"I've always loved you," he said, huskily.
Angela looked at him. Something about his changed demeanour startled her, and the inviting "Y" in his cardigan led right down his torso to the Promised Land. She breathed a little more heavily.
"I know the glasses have been off-putting, but I swear I'm going to get contacts," he continued, inching toward her. "I've even gone to the barber because I know you have the hots for the hair on that guy in CHiPs. Not Erik Estrada, the other one."
Angela knew what he meant.

Ponch and Jon were the furthest things from her racing, wanton mind. She wanted Spencer to crush her in his arms, and she wanted to inhale that heavenly fragrance of Aqua Velva. She hoped her Charlie from Woolworth's hadn't worn out. She'd sprayed a little extra on her neck that morning, hoping he'd find her note about meeting in the bird conservatory.