Ch. 5
Spencer’s POV:
Her warm, sweet lips against mine felt so wonderful; I felt like I was being lifted off the floor! Instead of pulling away, I shamelessly leaned into her and pulled her deeper into the kiss. I didn’t want this to end-I loved sharing this with her so much. I only knew one other person who was this good at kissing, and it was the masked girl. Ashley responded by allowing me to snake my tongue into her mouth, where I explored every inch of it until her tongue met up and with mine and started to wrestle with it. I groaned as she pressed me up against the cool steel door of the fridge. There was something desperate in her actions; she was almost smothering me as she grinded into me against the door of refrigerator. I broke the kiss to try to get some air. Ashley groaned in frustration and starting attacking my neck. I looked into her eyes to see that they had changed from that soft, affectionate brown to an almost black hue, with a fire blazing inside of them. Finally she lifted me away from the fridge and tossed me down on the couch, straddling me. “Ash?” I said uncertainly. What was going on? Sure, I wanted sex with her, but this was getting a little bit crazy and it was going all too fast. She didn’t respond; she just gave me a lust caked grin and started pulling down her pants. “Ash, don’t you think we’re going a little bit too fast?” I asked. I didn’t want this to be some stupid fuck with her- I wanted to be with her, not be some insignificant fuck. But my words never seemed to reach her ears; she simply pinned me down and started kissing me harder. “No, Ashley. Come on, cut it out.” I said weakly. I was getting scared now- was she some rapist? I tried to push her off me, but that girl was surprisingly strong. I could not even move her by a millimeter.

Ashley was breathing hard as she started to rip my clothes off. Damn, she was strong. With one hand she was already stating to rip my shirt to shreds. “Ashley!” I screamed, finally panicked beyond belief. That seemed to jar her from her lust driven trance. She jerked, startled. She looked down at me and her eyes widened in shock. “Oh my- Spencer.” She said softly in disbelief. She had a fistful of my shirt in her right hand. She quickly dismounted me, looking confused and bewildered. ‘Ash… what just happened?” I asked, still uncertain about her behavior and somewhat traumatized. ‘Spencer, I’m so sorry.” She croaked out. “I don’t know what- what came over me.” I tried to cover myself up with a cushion as best I could since she had torn my shirt to shreds. “I- gotta go, Spencer.” She said quickly, with a pained look across her face. She seemed disgusted and frightened by what had just happened. Was it possible for her to be even more terrified than I was over it? She headed for the door. “Wait, Ash.” I said. She gave me pained look on her face before she left; I think she was afraid that she had screwed things up between us. I sighed in disappointment. That was so weird. What had just happened? One minute we were sharing a deep, romantic kiss- one that was so soulful and almost nourishing in a way, that I had only had with one other person in my life, and then all of a sudden the situation turns into one where she almost raped me. There were a lot of things about Ash that I apparently needed to figure out.