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    Smiling Faces – (Chapter: Chapter Twenty)

    Ashley’s POV

    I open my eyes and not even the sunlight can blind me.  I peer at the ceiling above and can’t help the smile playing at the corners of my mouth.  I feel arm arm wrapped on my waist and I know that its Spencer.  I smile just remembering the sensation of her inside me, filling me with everything that I’ve ever wanted.  I had fallen asleep with her whispering forevers into my ear, slow and steady.  She wasn’t going to leave this time. I could feel it.  I pulled her hand up to my mouth, kissing it softly, then laying it beside me.  I dismount the bed slowly, untangling the comforter around me, and sliding down on my back so that I don’t wake her.

    When my feet hit the floor, I exhale, turning to look at her.  She’s wrapped up in the sheets, her tanned legs visible. Her face is hidden beneath a mound of blonde curls.  I resist the urge to ruffle it, to wake her so that I can look into those sleepy blue eyes again.  So that I can fall in love all over again.

    My stomach grumbles so loudly that I’m afraid I’ll wake her, so I tiptoe toward the door and slip out.  The hallway is quiet and the undeniable smell of bacon is in the air.  I inhale deeply, not remembering the last time that I had bacon or breakfast for that matter.  But the question is, who cooked it.

    I take the stairs two at a time, and find the house emptied.  The family room has been vacuumed and cleaned and all the cups and beer cans are gone.  I follow the path of non-destruction into the kitchen where I can hear light laughter and the clanging of pans.  When I step onto the tile, the voices hush and I find Ryan in front of the stove holding a pan, and Liza atop the counter holding a huge glass bowl of pancake batter.

    “Oh, hey Ash,” Ryan says casually, winking at me and placing the pan on the stove.  Liza hands him the bowl of batter, not really looking at me.

    “Morning,” I say slowly, still watching them for any sign of an explanation.

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    Comments

    1. I quite simply adore this amazing story. However, I do feel so sorry for Spencer for losing her best friend and the fact that today was to be her wedding day…bittersweet. Ashley is so sweet to allow Spencer an opportunity to make things right with Aiden. Awesome update.

    2. I quite simply adore this amazing story. However, I do feel so sorry for Spencer for losing her best friend and the fact that today was to be her wedding day…bittersweet. Ashley is so sweet to allow Spencer an opportunity to make things right with Aiden. Awesome update.

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