They walked into the building arm in arm and Ashley looked over to smile at Spencer. The blonde smiled back and her blue eyes started to pierce a hole in the ice around Ashley’s heart. A blast of cold air hit the girls as they entered the clubhouse. There was a large sign pointing them to the Baker/Duarte wedding. Ashley moved to follow in the direction that the sign pointed but felt herself being jerked the opposite way.

            “Spence-” Before she knew it, Ashley found herself in the coat closet. Spencer shut the door and looked at the brunette, her azure eyes dancing wildly with mischief. “Look I know you have this fascination with The Chronicles of Narnia, but now is really not the time to play that game.”

“Ashley.”

“I mean Madison could be that creepy wolf she’s hairy enough and Sam could be the ice queen, I guess Kyla could be one of the whiny children-”

“Ashley!”

“What?”

“Shut up.” Spencer said firmly. Ashley looked her as she moved closer and she pressed against the wall. There was nowhere to go. Spencer reached her within seconds began running her fingers down her arms. Goosebumps rose all over Ashley’s body and she shook her head to clear the fog that had just settled on her brain.

“What are you doing?” Ashley asked her voice breaking with nervousness. Spencer didn’t answer and continued drawing lazy circles on her thighs. Ashley was painfully aware that Spencer’s mouth was close to her neck.

“Friends pull friends into closets all the time,” Spencer said throatily. Ashley gulped as she felt Spencer’s lips brush the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Mm Spencer, quit. Friends don’t do ahh-” A gasp escaped her lips as Spencer’s fingers encountered her hip bones. She tried to clear her head and realized that it wasn’t going to be possible with Spencer in the room. Finally, she managed to push Spencer back lightly.