Ashley’s body completely left mine and with some difficulty I opened my eyes to find her at the edge of the bed, pacing. I was having trouble controlling my breathing, I was so turned on but I could see that Ashley was in some kind of inner turmoil.

                “Maybe we should sleep in different rooms,” Ashley finally said, before practically running from the room and leaving me alone. The shock of rejection made tears come to my eyes as I sat up, trying to figure out what happened. The throbbing between my legs was quickly dying and laid back down before curling into a ball and staring at the door, trying to will Ashley to come back. Dejection slowly turned to anger as she stayed away and soon enough I was ready to rip her head off. How dare she?! She works me up then just leaves me alone! Well fine then, if she wanted to wait then I’d make her wait.

                The next morning it was Jamie that woke me up and told me that I needed to get ready to go. I decided to wait until we got home to take a shower because I really didn’t feel like facing Ashley until necessary. Instead I changed into a pair of jeans and a fresh t-shirt before packing the rest of my clothes into the small duffel bag that I’d brought along on the trip with me. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun before slipping into a pair of a flip flops and sitting back down on the bed. I was still angry at Ashley but it was more subdued than it had been last night. I would be polite just like I was to strangers but I wasn’t ready to talk yet. Embarrassment played a large part in my anger but I wasn’t going to give her the chance to realize that.

                Kim decided to come back to Brittany with us so Ashley was going to drive. I still hadn’t talked to her and I wasn’t planning on giving her the two hour commute to try and make it up to me; like I knew that she would by the look in her eyes when I finally came out of the bedroom. Kim and Jamie climbed into the far back seat and I sat on the seat in front of theirs while Ashley took the driver’s seat. She looked a bit surprised that I wasn’t going to sit in the passenger’s seat beside her but I ignored her pleading eyes and laid down in the seat, pulling out my iPod and letting the understanding voice of Patsy Cline drown out the noise. So what? I was and always would be a southern girl and sometimes I liked to return to my roots.