Spencer and Ashley were sitting in the kitchen a few minutes later, not talking. Spencer was sitting on the counter on one side of the small kitchen with a hot cup of coffee in her hands. She wasn’t drinking it; she was just enjoying the way that the hot, almost burning, cup felt in her hands. Ashley was leaning against the counter across from her, actually drinking her coffee and staring at the blonde that was steadily avoiding her eye. Spencer set her cup down on the counter beside her as she poured some milk into the black liquid, watching as the colors changed to a lighter cocoa brown before her eyes. She had always been fascinated by this process but today it couldn’t keep her mind off of the exponentially more interesting brown of Ashley’s eyes.

            Spencer couldn’t describe it but there was some sort of underlying tension surrounding the room and soaking them. It wasn’t awkward, it just felt as if something were said or if Spencer looked at Ashley the whole room would explode; so just to be safe Spencer kept her eyes on the swirling mixture in her coffee cup. Something about Ashley made Spencer nervous. Her heart beat sped up and her palms got sweaty if Ashley came within five feet of her and it was unnerving. Spencer had never had trouble keeping her cool around guys, it was easy for her. Maybe it was because Ashley was a girl and Spencer didn’t know how to deal with that.

            The tension got tighter as Ashley stood up and walked towards Spencer to put her now empty coffee cup in the sink that Spencer was sitting beside. Spencer tensed up as she watched Ashley rinse out the cup, not two feet away from the blonde. She had the sudden urge to reach out and run her hands through the silky curls that adorned Ashley’s head. Before she could stop herself her hand was on Ashley’s head, her fingers running through her hair. Ashley stiffened before completely relaxing and leaning into Spencer’s touch. She shifted closer to the sitting girl until she was standing completely between her legs, Spencer’s hand still running through gently through her curls. Spencer scooted forward and Ashley leaned her forehead against Spencer’s chest, wrapping her arms loosely around her waist.