“Ashley, wake up,” I whispered, kissing her ear as I leaned over the bed. She groaned something unintelligible before burying herself under my sheets. I pulled on a pair of jeans and watched as she reached out across the bed as if looking for me. She raised up when she realized that I was no longer in bed and looked around with a frown until her eyes landed on me where I was sitting in the chair in the corner, tying my tennis shoes.

                “What are you doing?”She asked, groggily sitting up.

                “I have a job; Vogue hired me for a shoot today.”

                “I thought that you were a photo journalist?”

                “I am, but I don’t turn my nose up at fashion photography, especially if it gets my name out there.” She nodded tiredly and looked around the room.

                “What time is it?”

                “Seven,”

                “Fuck,” She whispered, “How long have you been awake?”

                “About an hour, I had to get a shower even though I really didn’t want to wash the smell of you off of me.”She grinned as I leaned over her again, kissing her gently. She looped her arms around my neck and pulled me down further into her. “Ashley, I really have to go.”

                “Okay,” She whispered, getting out of bed. I felt my mouth run dry because she was conveniently naked and all sorts of delicious flesh was visible. I grabbed her wrist and crushed my lips to hers in a fiery kiss.

                “You don’t have to leave; I’ll be home in a few hours.” I whispered, resting my hands flat on her bare stomach.

                “I need to go home for a least a little while,” She said with a large smile.

                “Why?” I whined, smiling as I leaned her back against the bed. She chuckled as I leaned against her, kissing her.

                “You can always come to my apartment when you’re done,” She reminded me.

                “Oh, I never thought of that.” I said, pulling away. She laughed but pulled me back into her and kissed me again. “Ashley, I really do have to go.”

                “Can’t you skip work today?”

                “This isn’t high school I can’t just skip a day,” I laughed, nuzzling into her neck.