“Bye.”

“So, do you want to start taking over my job now?” Professor Meyers joked. “Thanks for coming, Ashley. You were great.”

“No problem. It was fun, actually,” she admitted.

“Alright, I have some more tests to grade but Spencer, I’ll give you your extra credit assignment next class.”

“Okay, thanks Professor Meyers,” I replied. We started walking outside until she indicated the black car waiting in front was for us. It was a short walk but I guess she didn’t feel like lugging her guitar around. Once we were in the car, I glanced over at her for a few moments.

“What?” she asked. “My guitar’s heavy.” She obviously didn’t understand why I was staring at her. I brought my hand to her face and pulled her towards me, bringing our lips together for a kiss. She deepened it by placing her hand on the back of my neck, urging me closer. We remained in liplock until we got to her apartment. We got out and Ashley grabbed her guitar from the trunk before thanking the driver. She held my hand with her free one and we walked inside.

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I waited until we were in the comfort of my apartment and sitting on my bed before speaking again. “I guess you figured out that song’s to you.”

“It’s beautiful,” she told me sincerely.

“You know what’s funny? I wrote the first part before we even got together officially. It was actually the day of. I have, like, a vivid memory of it. After that night at Gray when I was too freaked out to even talk to you, I guess I kind of realized the reason I was freaked out was because I didn’t want to lose you and I thought if we went out, I’d do something stupid and end up losing you. The next day, I spent awhile in my house debating over whether not I should tell you yet. I just remember pouring my heart out into that first verse and then when I read it over, I realized I had to tell you,” I admitted. I noticed then that I hadn’t even been looking at her the entire time I spoke; my gaze was focused solely on the edge of my blanket, which I had been fidgeting with as though my life depended on it. I looked up and saw her smiling at me. “You do that a lot.”

“What?”

“You think about something and then stare at me,” I told her. “Not that I mind or anything. Just an observation.”

“I was just picturing you freaking out in your house about what to do,” she admitted, smiling.

“When did you know you liked me?” I asked randomly, changing the subject completely.

“I always did, I think. I didn’t realize it until you made that video about your first time.” I smiled, remembering her segment and how she even made sex seem innocent in her segment. I felt the caffeine in my system fading away and the five hours of sleep I got last night catching up to me. I laid down, lifting the covers as Spencer followed suit. We faced each other, kissing occasionally but no more than that. It was absolute perfection.