“Spencer,” Ashley said, nudging me gently. I groaned and tried to roll away from her but her arms that were still locked around me were keeping me firmly on top of her.

                “What?” I mumbled, burying my face in the warm crook in her neck. She chuckled and pushed her fingers into my hair, flipping us so that I was on my back and she was on top of me, every part of her body was melded into mine from the stomach down and the shock of it made me wake up a lot quicker.

                “We should get up,”

                “Why?” I grumbled, moving my arms so that they were wrapped around her middle. She grinned down at me and started to lay kisses all over my face, making me laugh as I tried to avoid her lips unsuccessfully.

                “Because it’s nearly noon and my parents will start to wonder about why I’m still in bed.”

                “It’s nearly twelve?” I asked, “Damn, I haven’t slept this late in forever,”

                “Really? I’m hardly ever up before eleven.”

                “I can’t waste a whole day in bed!”

                “What if the bed has a certain sexy girl in it?” She asked, quirking a brow as I pretended to ponder this.

                “Okay, if Angelina Jolie was in my bed I could stay all day.” I said cheekily, laughing when she fake pouted. “Okay, maybe you too.” I allowed, sitting up slightly to kiss her again. She lowered me back down again and I went willingly enough, tightening my grip on her waist as we kissed softly. She seemed distracted so I pulled away, quirking an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

                “Nothing,” She whispered unconvincingly as she tried to kiss me again. I turned my head and gave her my patented glare and she sighed before a hot blush covered her face. “It’s…embarrassing to talk about.”

                “Come on Ash, I promise not to laugh. It’s obviously bothering you so tell me what’s up.”

                “I just… it feels weird.” I felt as if someone had punched me. Was all of this about to get flushed down the drain? She seemed to see my worried look because she hastened to brush my hair back comfortingly, and in a weird way it reassured me. “Spencer I love being here with you; I’ve liked you for a long time but you’re only seventeen; I’m nineteen and I know that it doesn’t seem like a big difference but I’m legal and you’re not.” I nodded in understanding.