"Hey."  I turned around and Ashley was right behind me, staring at the same picture that I was.  "Is that Taylor’s ex?"  I nodded.  "Look…that was some time ago, Spence.  I mean…I can’t say I’m sorry for doing things that I did before I knew you.  And I still like to party…but that’s not me anymore.  I was wild and didn’t care about much else…father had just died and Kyla was off, roaming third world countries and shit."

            "England isn’t third world, Ash," I joked, trying to make light of the situation.

            "She was in Africa when this was taken…England was the last stop on her tour."

            "Okay, well, I’m not mad.  It’s just hard to see, you know?"

            Ashley smiled and ran the back of her hand across my cheeks.  The touch made shivers run through my body and for a moment, my eyes fluttered shut, in an attempt to control my fluttering heart.  But she withdrew her hand just as quickly as she put it there and motioned for me to follow her. 

            She showed me the rest of the house.  There were only two rooms on the 2nd landing, Kyla’s and Ashley’s, and the other four rooms were another floor up, smaller than the two master bed rooms below.  They were all guest rooms, 3 empty and 1filled with small trinkets that were her mothers.  Mrs. Davies had gone already.

            After the grand tour, we collected all the things from Ashley’s car, placed then all in Ashley’s room and after another visit from Kyla, I shuffled through one of the bags looking for the bathing suit that I had bought.  Kyla had finished unpacking and had found us again, only this time she was clad in nothing more than a Burberry two piece bikini.  Apparently, good bodies ran in the family too.  She said that she had ordered pizza already and invited over some friends of theirs.  I felt a bit self conscious  at the thought of meeting their friends considering that they encompassed red carpets.

            As I found the bottoms of my bathing suit and started to search for my top, Ashley walked into the room.  All efforts to look for my top went out the window with the mere glace at Ashley.  She stood there in the doorframe of her bedroom  in an all white bikini.  Her skin was perfectly tan, her abs showing soft definition.  Her hair cascaded around her shoulders in perfect waves.  She smiled that wonderful smile at me and I could feel the shivers again, out matched only by the butterflies in my stomach.  She held two Coronas in her hands, one with the ale already down to the body of the bottle.  The other she held out to me.