I stood beside Pete watching the endless traffic before us.

“Really, Pete? Where are you taking us?” I asked in a hushed whisper and he just giggled. I could feel Spencer’s eyes on my back. I tried to shake them off.

“You’ll know soon enough.”

“Soon enough? Do you see this traffic?” I said, my pulse picking up some, and Pete turned away from the road, considering me.

“Calm down Ashley. It’s not like she’s gonna run away,” he smiled weakly and then stepped on the gas. The bus inched forward some and then stopped all over again. I hung my head. He was wrong. This had to go right, this whole day. I was treading on thin ice here if I wanted to keep Spencer around.

Suddenly I felt a hand on the small of my back and my breathing hitched. “You okay?” Spencer breathed onto my neck and I smiled.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just conferring with our lovely chaeuffur.”

“The loveliest.” Spencer added, with a wink at Pete and he only nodded.

“Have a seat you two. I’m already out on a limb taking a bus for personal reasons. I don’t need you falling and killing yourselves too,” he smirked. “ Besides, I’m too pretty for prison.”

Spencer giggled at this, her face lighting up as she did so. It was infectious. She was infectious. I laughed too pulling her in close for a hug. She was caught off guard but then melted into me. We were perfect. I wanted her to see that.

“Really now girls. Have a seat,” Pete repeated and we obliged.

Spencer took my hand, squeezing it some, and pulled me toward the back of the bus. Every couple of steps she glanced over her shoulder and smiled a devilish smile, the kind that you feel dancing in your stomach and that makes your pulse pick up times a million. I gulped. She led me to the very back and then pushed me gently into a seat. We were out of Pete’s eyesight and she knew it. She traced my jaw line with a finger and the skin went ice cold beneath her touch, but the good kind, that’s so cold it burns you. I closed my eyes just relishing in the feeling. She dragged her hand down my neck and began to trace circles on the skin above my collar bone, pushing the neck of my t-shirt aside. I let my head fall back giving her better access. Suddenly she was attacking my neck with her mouth, warm tongue sucking and kissing the tender skin. I slipped my hands around her waist, wanting her to sit, but she resisted, backing her bottom away so that there was significant space in between us. She brought her mouth back to my own and our tongues dueled for domination. I loved her taste, so sweet. I wanted it to be mine, all mine. I reached for her waist again but this time she broke away completely.