Her hand cupped my face much like it had the night at her house before the party, before aiden so rudely intruded. Her warm hand grazed my cheek and I felt a shot of energy and confidence shoot through my veins.

Part of this happening in my room, gave me a sense of power, control, and it put me in a well known comfortable enviorment. Although, i had become pretty comfortable with ashleys house since i met her.

I saw ashley inching closer and closer towards my face. It was so slow and i couldnt handle that. I felt the knots in my stomach begin to pulsate. I closed the distance. It shocked her and even me that i had managed to do that. The kiss lingered for a second in akward tension. Soon, i felt her release and recapture my bottom lip inbetween her own. She moved her hand down to my side and it felt…just right.

I slowly leaned back and slowly opened my mouth as an invitation. She slid her tounge inside and slowly began manouvering it around my mouth. Clashing it against my own tounge, i felt chills. She slowly slid her hand under my top and rested it on the skin of my stomach. Slowly running her finger nails over it.

She pulled away and looked in my eye’s. Very deep into my eyes as if she was searching for the meaning of life.

"Is this okay?" She asked me. She was never this polite. She never asked for anything, but would usually take it. I thought about what i was risking. If my dad came upstairs and saw this, what would he do? What if mom came home early? What if glen came in the room? Or clay? I would never get to hang out with ashley again. But if we stop, i could loose this feeling, this moment. This Incredibly PERFECT moment.

I couldnt speak though. My breath was fast and i was short for words. I lifted my lips to hers and placed my hand into her lovely curls of brunnette hair. So soft. Two words described ashley davies. Her skin, voice, lips, hair, tounge, every part of her was shoft. Which said alot for a girl with such a tough exterior.