"Please wait for me." I sigh to myself as I watch her walk further and further away from me.

Ashley’s POV

I had to leave. She cannot see me cry. Wiping away my tears, I whisper, "I will wait for you forever, my love."

The rest of day, I avoid her even though I promised her I would never do that again. It was too hard to look into the crystal blues and not want to make her mine. Instead, I spent the rest of my day with Kyla and Madison helping them with their chores.

Meals where uncomfortable for me. I still sat beside her but I didn’t talk. Neither did she. We listened to the other conversations around us which where not anything worth remembering. After lunch, I had to go to a shrinking session with Mr. C. today. I need to talk about what I’m feeling but if he figures out it’s Spencer. He might send me away, and I may never get to be with her.

I’ve caught her staring at me constantly the last several days. We haven’t really talked anymore and I’ve made sure we are not alone except when we are in her bedroom at night. Those have been the hardest times. She wants to say something to me I’m sure, but she never does. All I can do is wait.

Spencer’s POV

I am so confused. We are hardly ever alone anymore. She will not talk to me except for the occasional polite small talk. She is driving me mad. I know she is waiting for me to figure things out but I have. I want her. I have to tell her. Just how to tell her, is the question. We are never alone together except in my room at night, and she is always pretending to be asleep when I come in from my shower. I need to stop thinking about this. I have my barrels to think about. Thunder and I have about three girls in front of us before we go. I have to stop thinking about her. My dream is to win the nationals. Well is used to be now all I want is to kiss Ashley. "God. I need her," I pray to myself.

"Need who?" I know that voice. Ashley!

Ashley’s POV

She climbs down off her horse and faces me. The smile on her face is the biggest I’ve seen in days, which makes me smile too. Taking a few steps closer so she is in my personal space again, she whispers "you." I can feel her breath on my lips and just like the last time our lips are only a few centimeters apart. As I start to back away again, I feel a hand grasp the back of my neck stopping me. "Please don’t run from me again." Our eyes lock and for the first time I don’t see uncertainty. I see hope, want, and trust. Her eyes glance at my lips before she wets her own. I follow suit. We both lean in our lips just almost barely touch before our spell is broken.

"CARLIN TO THE GATE!" The loud speaker announces.