All the thoughts of what had transpired between Ashley and herself, flooded through Spencer’s mind, from the angry shouting to the muffled sobs, to the final blow ripping though her already shattered heart.

Spencer didn’t want to remember all the pain she had both caused and suffered, the images kept rushing through her mind, the same scenes playing in the back of her eyes like a bad movie. To keep from screaming, she slammed her eyes shut and bit down on her lip, hard; her ivory teeth ripping through the pink flesh. As she felt the soft tissue rip, her teeth eased their grip on the now bleeding lip, her tongue subconsciously ran over the bruised lip connecting with the coppery taste of blood.

The muscles in her eyelids relaxed and once more her mind filled with another memory of Ashley, only this one was from a happier time. They were lying on Spencer’s bed their limbs a tangle as they enjoyed a heated make-out session, their bodies rolling on top of each other, pushing the other back down as both girls struggled for dominance. As their hands disappeared into the snarled messes of each other’s hair, the blonde had bitten down of her girlfriend’s lip hard, harder than she had intended. The stunned brunette had pulled away from her lover, struggling to regain her breath, as she did Spencer noted the slithering trail of blood on Ashley’s lips. The blonde had ferociously blushed as Ashley touched her newly bloody lip shooting her a stunned look. Feeling guilty for inflicting the [minor] injury on her girlfriend, Spencer tentatively kissed the lightly bleeding lip, letting her tongue run over the swollen lip, her taste buds struck with the metallic taste of Ashley’s crimson blood.

The blonde still feeling guilty had made it up to her lover, several times.

Spencer sighed, her mind filling with memories of kissing Ashley, and touching Ashley, and making the brunette scream out her name as she writhed in ecstasy time after time.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.
I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me