The week passed by agonizingly slow as always, but Friday afternoon was always a relief because I knew I would be able to hear the voice of my sweet angel speak words that were only intended for my ears and my lips to smile at, which is why when I called her to check that I could come over, I was more than disappointed when she hurriedly explained that she was busy. “Maybe tomorrow” were her exact words. I made up in my mind that I wouldn’t get sour about this. I mean, Ashley is still a human being who deserves time for herself It’s not fair for me to smother her all the time.

But what if she’s sick?

She didn’t sound sick, but maybe she’s achy from work. Ashley works too hard, and although she’s never voiced any complaints, I can tell she’s sometimes sore despite her young age. I should surprise her with breakfast and a massage tomorrow. That’ll be nice…

Who am I kidding? I’d come up with any excuse to be with her right now.

The next morning, I walk into Ash’s place (with the help of my newly acquired emergency key) with coffee and donuts in hand. As I turn around from locking the door, I gaze at the sight before me in horror.

Ashley and another twenty-something are on the couch, sprawled out on the small couch at opposite ends with their legs intimately intertwined.

The girl is a redhead with locks of curled hair flowing down her back. She is obviously older than Ashley; probably twenty-three or twenty-four. A hint of recognition enters my mind, but I can’t pinpoint who she is. When she laughs her rich sultry laugh, her wild green eyes dance with laughter as she also shows off her perfectly aligned pearly whites. Her canines are drastically sharper than normal, but other than that, nothing is wrong with her.

Oh, except for the little fact that the skank is flirting her ass off!

I feel a wave of intense jealousy surge through my body as the could be model rubs Ashley’s knee.

Ashley looks up from her conversation and greets me casually. “Hey, Spence.”