She looks elated, scared, and confused all at the same time.

“Could you repeat that?” she asks in a whisper.

“Ashley Davies, I love you!” I proclaim loudly enough for her and the entire world to hear.

“I love you, too, Spencer,” she tells me, cupping my cheeks and pulling me in for a kiss.

My heart skips a beat or three.

Before we kiss, we search each other’s eyes. I find love, passion, and want in her eyes; I’m sure that’s what she sees, too.

Our lips slowly meet, as if they had never touched before. We feel each other out, slowly building each other up until it is nearly unbearable. Her tongue softly begs for entrance and I gladly accept. Our tongues automatically engage in a battle for dominance. I play along for a few moments before giving in to her. I’m hers. We soon get lost in the kiss, letting our bodies sink to the blanket. I waste no time entangling my hand in her hair, needy for more. My other hand grabs at her waist, pulling her body so that it lies on tops of mine. Her hands rest on the hem of my shirt, and after a few moments they creep up to touch my skin, but move no further. I want to yell out for her to touch me; ‘Touch me all over!’, but I resist the urge. After a few more minutes she pulls back and squeezes my waist.

“Do you want to go back to my place?” she breathes huskily in my ear.

Her breath on my ear makes me shudder, turning me on even more. I do not hesitate for a second in answering her because I am ready to give her every part of me. I trust her.

She helps me to her car, all the while caressing and kissing me. In the car, we can’t keep our hands off of each other. I even run my hand over Ashley’s covered core, making her eyes roll to the back of her head, which in turn almost makes her crash the car. The extra adrenaline pumping through my veins turns me on even more. Ashley speeds home after that, hoping to avoid another accident even though the roads are wet.