"Have you finished your chores?" I step closer to her wanting to feel her touch. "Because I would hate for you to have to miss my barrel competition on Saturday." I see her visibly gulp as I enter her personal space.

Ashley’s POV

She is killing me with these games. Always finding a way to touch me or a reason to hug me, she’s killing me. I want her so bad. I find myself taking cold showers every night because of her. She is a tease and a fucking good one at that. "Ye… y… yes" I manage to stutter out. I’m already wrapped around her finger. I’m in so much trouble.

"Good" she brushes a few loose curls behind my ear "I would hate for you to not be there, cheering me on." She whispers and I can feel her breath on my lips. Our lips are only centimeters apart. All I would have to do is lean in just a little and I would be kissing Spencer Carlin. Why can’t I? My heart is telling me to go for it but my head is saying no. I want my heart to win but it never does. I pull away only to miss her warmth right away. The hurt in her eyes is apparent. She wanted me to kiss her just as bad as I want to kiss her. I know I can’t make the first move. It has to be her because she is the one battling with whether she’s gay or not. She has to work through her issues without someone trying to pull her in one direction or push her in another. This is not the Ashley Davies I’m used to. Normally I would have already used her uncertainty against her. Fuck’m at any cost and leave’m, but not her. I care for her. That’s a lie. I don’t just care. I love her. I’m in love with Spencer Carlin and I have never even kissed her.

Love is such a new feeling for me. I have never been in love before.

"Sorry" She takes a step away from me.

Spencer’s POV

I try to make my retreat from her but she grabs my arm before I can run. "Don’t be sorry. You need to figure out what you want. I’ll be here waiting for you when you do." She kisses my cheek and lingers there longer then normal and just like that she gone. I’m left here to think about what she just said. "Don’t be sorry. You need to figure out what you want. I’ll be here waiting for you when you do." What does that mean? I know what I want. I want her there is no doubt about it. I’m just scared of what that means for me. Can I handle being gay and everything that comes with it? I hope she waits for me. My fears are the only thing holding me back. The weirdest part is I’m not sure of what I’m scared of.