Chapter Eighteen

Ashley’s P.O.V.

I felt stirring in my arms and immediately remembered that Spencer slept over here instead of me sleeping over at her house since Kyla wanted to throw a party for only God knows what reason. I had no idea what the hell was going on with my sister. She could not be that upset about the blogger dumping her, could she? He was a rebound from emo boy Dennison. So much for Spencer and I having our special alone night.

I caressed Spencer’s face. I would give anything to wake up to seeing her beautiful face every morning. Anything. Spencer’s beautiful blue eyes slowly opened and I couldn’t help the smile forming on my lips. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning.” I leaned in to kiss Spencer, but she moved back. I gave Spencer a questioning look.

“Morning breath.” Spencer was truly adorable. I kissed Spencer on her forehead. “I am going to use the extra toothbrush to go brush my teeth.” Spencer got up from the bed and I did the same thing. I wanted to get my morning kiss and I didn’t want Spencer to say anything about me having my morning breath.

Afterwards, Spencer and I then went downstairs to have breakfast. We saw Kyla was holding her head from a massive hangover. She groaned at the agony of having to hold her head up. “Morning, Kyla!”

“Could you please talk in a lower voice?” I’m dying here have some consideration, said Kyla. I was trying hard not to slap my sister. The damn party was her idea and no one had forced her to drink so much.

“No, I will not. You insisted on the party to “celebrate” and got so hammered. Not to mention that you broke the vase. Was the party a way for you to hook up with Aiden again?” Kyla sighed in exasperation.

“You don’t think that I don’t know that I screwed up majorly, Ash. I wasn’t planning on sleeping with my ex. It just happened.” Kyla buried her face in her hands. I was unsure whether or not she was crying. I hated to admit that I was the crier in the family. Kyla had started to sound like the way I used to be. Spencer looked at the both of us and looked uncomfortable with the conversation that we were having.