My shower was refreshing however; it didn’t really take my mind off her. I hope she isn’t in a lot of trouble with my mom. That woman has been known to go over board when it comes to disciplinary actions. At least my dad is laid back. Maybe I will talk to him tomorrow about what I’ve been feeling lately. I’ll just leave Ash out of it. He’ll still love me right? I’m his daughter.

When is she going to get here? I’m so nervous about what she thinks might happen tonight. There is no way I would have sex with her here in my bed with parent’s right down the hall. That is not how I pictured losing my virginity anyway. She’s probably has tons of experience. What would she want with someone like me?

"Honey. I’m home!" Ash enters into the bedroom laughing. "Did you miss me? Because I missed you." She asks has she takes a seat on my bed beside me. Instantly I feel her hand cover mine as she laces our fingers together.

"Yes" is the only word I get out before she lifts our conjoined hands and kisses the back of mine.

"Good."

Ashley’s POV

All of this is just so surreal to me at the moment. I have the woman of my dreams and I’m in her bedroom on her bed. Yet, I don’t want to just fuck her brains out. What ever happened to the old Ashley? All I want to do is talk and get to know her better. Don’t get me wrong there will still be some kissing and maybe if I’m lucky light petting but that’s it. Can anyone say lovesick puppy?

"Ash?" She is so cute when she trying to ask a question that she’s not sure what the answer is gonna be. I just look at her making sure my eyes convey that it’s okay. "Do you… do you think… I mean… would you…share my bed with me?" I would love to!

"If you want to. Of course I would." A thought came to me. "Spence what if someone comes in here while we’re sleeping?"

"I’ll lock the door." She gets up and locks the door. Crawling underneath the covers, she pats the other side of the bed for me. I obey and crawl into bed with her. We are both staring at each other with some of the biggest smiles ever, plastered on our faces. The only thing touching is our hands at the moment.