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    Not The Type – (Chapter: My Love)

    “You do understand that I get why you did what you did at the store, right?” I nod my head. “I just want us to be on the same page. And I don’t want you getting hurt over someone else’s ignorance. I love you and I need you.” She says quietly.

    “You have me.” Spencer sighs and pulls my face down for a kiss.

    “Ash…” Spencer moans when I start to rock into her, my knee pushing into her center.

    “I missed you last night?” I move my mouth to her neck.

    “And I missed you, bu…shit…” Her words get lost when I replace my knee with my hand. I start to rub her threw her jeans. “Ash…” She pushes my shoulder.

    “What?” I ask breathlessly.

    “I have to leave in a couple of minutes.”

    “Fuck…” I move my hand from between her legs to cup her right breast, threw her shirt. “No more summer classes for you.”

    “Sorry.” She laughs

    “You’re lucky I need a shower.”

     

     

    “What’s up?”

    “I was just seeing if you wanted to get coffee with me?” Taylor starts. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

    “Yeah, I know what you mean.” Last time I saw her was at the bar a few weeks ago. “Well, I’m leaving my parents house now,” I shut my old bed room door behind me. “How about you meet me at my place and we can just chill together there?”

    “Okay, I’ll be there in like an hour.” I tell her that’s cool and hang up as I walk down the hall.

    “Hey!” I stop and walk backwards when I hear Brooke yell.

    “Hi.” I say and walk into her room.

    “I can’t believe you were going to leave without saying goodbye.” She pouts from the end of her bed.

    “Aw…” I tease and sit next to her, pulling her into a one armed hug. “I’m sorry.” I laugh. Brooke and I always act like jackass toward each other but in reality she’s one of my favorite people. I’m close to my big sister London, but me in Brooklyn are closer. Brookes younger than me, but she’s the first person I call when Spencer’s not available and I’m having a shitty day.

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