Chapter 2.1 – The Morning After – Ashley’s POV

‘I barely have the attention span required to sit through one movie, but I can watch this girl sleep for four hours.’

Her breath on my neck is moist and warm, and her body is pressed tightly against mine. She looks gorgeous. Her features are soft and relaxed, and her breathing is even. This is heaven, but after four hours it has become pure torture. I am overly aware of the places where our bodies are touching. Her breasts are pushed against my ribs, her legs rest between my slightly parted ones, and her arms are curled under her.

The first thing I had noticed after waking was her shivering. I had quickly pulled one of the extra blankets over us and tightened my hold on her. She relaxed slowly until she was sleeping deeply again, and that’s when I became entranced. I started drifting slowly in and out of sleep.

“Ashley?” she jars me out of my thoughts.

“I’m right here baby,” I whisper.

‘What did I just -’

“Baby?” she whispers questioningly.

She moves off of me. I sit up as does she. I think I just did a bad thing. CRAP!

“Yeah?”

“Ashley?”

“Yeah?” I squeak.

“Does this mean…I mean am I…like your…girlfriend now?”

Her face is flushed red in embarrassment and I can’t help but laugh. She looks so cute. She pouts at me and I melt…no I mean it. I’m a puddle at her feet right now. I smile mischievously.

“I want to be with you Spencer,” I whisper, “do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” she whispers with conviction.

“Well, that‘s good cause I like calling you baby,” I joke.

“I feel like an idiot.”

“Why?”

“Because, I should have asked you if I was your girlfriend before we had sex.”

I smile at her and kiss her forehead.

“You could never be just another girl to me Spencer. I meant what I said,” I tell her, “I love you.”

“I love you,” she whispers, so quietly I have to strain to hear it.

She leans in to kiss me and I meet her half-way. It’s a sweet kiss, the kind that I have come to expect from her. I don’t mind. It’s weird though that the softest of her kisses affect me in such a profound way. It’s like the rest of the world just disappears. Speaking of disappearing, where does she think she’s going.

“Um, do mind if I use your shower Ash?”

“If you want to,” I say grudgingly.

Personally I’d rather stay in bed all day. Spencer goes to stand up, but sits back down quickly. I look at her strangely.

“What’s up Spencer?”

Her face is tomato red.

“We’re still naked.”

I can’t stop myself from laughing. She glares at me and I duck a pillow that she sends flying at me. She wraps the sheet tightly around her and walks across the room to my bathroom. The bathroom door snaps shut and I groan.

“Aw, crap.”

I hear the water start to run. I look up at the sound of the door opening.

“Are you coming in here or what?” her voice is playfully innocent.

I stand up practically running to the door. With a quiet laugh she lets me in.

‘So, she’s sweet, but definitely not innocent. I love this girl.”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: It’s short and sweet. What do you think?