Chapter 4: What was that?

(Spencer’s pov)

Spencer woke up the next morning after having a good night sleep, confused about the soft and smooth skin under her fingers.  She lifted her head and saw that it wasn’t Dion her head had been resting on, it was the brunette from last night, Ashley. 

Shit!  What the hell have I done?  Dion is going to be so fuckin pissed when he finds out I missed my curfew.  Desperately I look around the room, hoping to find a clock somewhere to tell me how late it is.  Finally I found one and the display shows its 4:00am in the morning.

Why in God’s name did I spend the night here?   I couldn’t remember much from last night except that I had the most amazing sex with the sexy brunette lying next to me.  I didn’t think I would love and enjoy it so much when she touched me and for the first time since I met Madison, she wasn’t in my dreams.  What the hell did Ashley do to me and so quickly at that?  Last night, as soon as she touched me I felt my entire world fall apart, my walls start to crumble in her hands and it felt like everything was wonderful again, even if it was for a brief, fleeting moment.  I could feel the love she gave me and I wished I could receive more of it.  

I rolled over onto my side, facing Ashley, careful not wake my sleeping beauty, my personal fairy tale.  Ha, the moment my mother slapped me across the face, grabbed my hair and threw me out the house was the last time I believed in fairy tales.  Besides, I don’t have a future with this woman, this rich, successful rock star of a woman.  I’m a whore who fucks for money, and sometimes not even for money.  Why would she want a worthless, drugged out prostitute with a 10^th grade education?  I have absolutely nothing to offer her, hell I have nothing to offer anyone.

Spencer places her hand over her stomach and stifles the start of a cry with the other.  Why in the fuck can’t I take my eyes off of her?  Why am I so tempted to reach out and trace my fingers over her sexy, toned abs?  Why do I want to lean over her and kiss her nice full lips?  God, those lips and that tongue will never be forgotten by my body, not to mention her hands.