“Jordan.”

“Can’t read my…”

“Jordan.”

“No you can’t read my poker face….”

“Jordan!”

“Pppoookeeer…aw…” Jordan stops singing when a brush connects with her face. “What bitch?”

“I’m leaving now.” I smile and tap my watch.

“Aw…” She pouts. “But we were having so much fun.  I laugh and kiss her cheek. Ashley’s already outside.

“I know, but it’s late. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Kiss.

“Ash.”

 Kiss.

“Baby.”

Kiss…oh…hands! Hands!

“Ashley!” I push Ashley back into her seat.

“Ugh…come on…” She says grabbing my hand. “I’m sooo horny.” She smiles and tries to lead my hand to her jeans but I pull it back.

“I can’t tonight…” I take a quick look around me then back at Ashley. “And defiantly not in your car.” Ashley groans and rolls her eyes.

“How about your room? We can have a quickie.” I don’t know why she asks these questions, when she knows the answers.

“No.” I open the passenger side door. Every since she picked me up from Jordan’s house she’s had a problem keeping her hands off of me…. I mean more than her usual groping.

“Fine.” Huffing she turns away from me.

“You’re not seriously mad?” She doesn’t say anything. I wait a second and step out of the car. I can’t believe her.

“Spencer.” I turn to look at Ashley, who’s now standing on her side of the car with the door open.

“Yeah.” I can’t wait to hear her apologize for being a jerk.

“You forgot your purse.” She says holding it up. You have got to be fucking kidding me. She’s really pissing me off.

I walk around the car to take the purse from her. I reach out to snatch it, when she grabs my hand and pulls me into her. I’m about to yell at her, when I see the grin across her face.

“Jerk.” I bury my face in her neck.

“You are so sexy when you’re pissed.” She laughs while holding me.

“That wasn’t funny.” She doesn’t say anything; instead she tilts my head so we can kiss.

“Mmm…Ash…I really can’t tonight.” I back out of her arms and grab my purse and book bag.

 “Okay.” She grabs my hand and leads me to my front door.

“Call me?”

“Yeah, sex tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t find my bra.” I tell Ashley when I come back to into her room, after looking for my bra in the living room.

“You don’t need it,” Ashley mumbles’ into her pillow. “Come back to bed.”

“I have to be at my grandma’s in thirty minutes.” I throw my towel at her.

“Ugh…” She knocks the towel of her head and onto the floor. “You’re coming back, right?”

“I’ll try.” I say while snatching my bra from her.

“That’s not good enough.” Ashley sits up in bed. “Promise me you’ll come back.”

“Ash…” I sigh.

“Seriously Spence,” Ashley sighs as well. “I leave tomorrow.”

Ugh, don’t remind me.

TBC—I’ll post more in a couple of hours.