Six months into the relationship.

Now, I knew Ashley was a habitual drug user, but we weren’t usually around each other when she did it.

Usually.

I was sitting in her living room waiting for her to stop smoking, because I needed to stay sober. I need to drive home. Plus I’m not a pothead.

"Spence, if you wanna come in my room now, you can. I’m done and I sprayed the room with Lysol."

I walked in her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry about that, you came in at a bad time, and I kinda needed that smoke."

"I can come back-"

"No, no Spence, I’m happy you’re here." she gave me her famous nose crinkling smile and my heart melted.

"Come lay with me?" she asked. How could I say no?, I loved cuddling with my girlfriend.

My girlfriend.

I love it.

I love her.

She started brushing the tip of her nose along my neck, and kissing the areas she passed softly.

It tickled.

"Mmm…Spence…"

"Ash…" I whispered.

She hopped up and straddled my hips, kissing me gently, then it got more forceful. Both of us want this.

She took my arms and pushed them over my head. I felt loose metal attached to the headboard.

I pulled away, grabbing the metal. I recognized what it was.

"Ash…are these, are these handcuffs?" I asked.

"Yeah." she whispered into my neck, nipping at it.

"Kinky. Can I cuff you to the bed?" I asked, waiting until she looked at me, she seemed to think it over and then flashed me a huge grin.

"Sure."

I cuffed her to the headboard, making sure it was secure, then started working on her neck, my hands on her waist.

Suddenly her hands shot out and grabbed my waist and flipped us back over.

"What the hell?, how’d you get out of those damn cuffs so fast?. I had them secured!"

"Babe, come on, it’s not my first time in handcuffs. I know how to escape them,"

"What do you mean?… Have you been arrested before?"

"Yeah. But on false accusations. No big deal. My dad got me out every time."

"Every time?. How many times?"

"Uhm…like, four. Is that bad?"

"Were any of them legit?"

"One was. It was for drugs and underage drinking. But because of my dad I got off with a warning. The other ones were stupid and were for who I hung out with. But it’s over now. I say out of the public eye. Does it make you uncomfortable?" she pulled away and just straddled my hips, waiting for my answer.

"No. it’s fine. It doesn’t matter. As long as you didn’t kill anyone I’m fine."

"Thank god." her hand was stroking my hip. It felt good.

"Wait… Who’s your dad?. Is he like a lawyer or something, always getting you out of trouble?"

"nah, he’s Raife Davies. From Purple Venom."

"Oh, so he’s a hit with the cops?"

"Pretty much. They love him, Oh by the way, I’m not gonna cuff you, because you won’t be able to get out. Those are real police cuffs." she smiled and leant down to kiss me. "Plus if I had you cuffed I might not be able to control myself." and before I could respond, her lips crushed mine again.

As I said, I love my girlfriend.