“I’m not a kid.” Spencer said while sitting up a little straighter.

“Oh sorry, I’m sure you’re not. I’ve bet you’ve walked across the street all by yourself- even made it to second base!” When her eyes lowered ashamed, I wanted to take back my mistake. “Heh,” I laughed nervously. “Not, ya know like everyone has…”

“Bet you have.” I snorted.

“Yeah, a little jog before a home-run.” I was met with sad blue eyes?

“H-Home-rung?” Shit, shit, shit. Shut- up self!

“No… well yeah… I’m, like, the star player of…” My voice faded out.

“Sex?” I so should not have taken a sip right then. Sputtering, I tried to get my complexion back. Are Catholics even aloud to say that, let alone my Spencer?

“Spence…”

“It’s ok… It’s not like I thought you liked…” Her voice got really quiet “, me.”

“Cause I’m straight you know? And- and not experienced, and young. I’m sure there are a lot of prettier girls that you’d rather-“

“There’s not.” There’s not? Where the fuck did that come from!?

“What do you mean?” No fucking shit, Spencer. I’m asking myself the same thing.

“You’re pretty, you may not know it, but,” I did a quick once over causing her to blush. “your gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” I looked her over once more.

“No, no. Thank you.”

We talked throughout the remainder of dinner. Family, friends, ourselves, pretty much every topic was covered. I felt free and open. The anxiety and fear from earlier tonight was gone. Spencer was… an angel. Oh hell, I’m into her. I really don’t want to be. It was just some innocent- manipulative- but mostly innocent flirting at first, now… Uhg, I’m into her. And not just because she still has her uniform form Catholic School and is a flexible cheerleader… mmmhhhh…

I had to fight her to let me pay, but finally I we were on our way to my mustang.

“Thanks Ashley.” Her shoulder brushed against mine as we walked down the sidewalk.

“No problem. I called you.” A small smile graced her lips… pink, full lips… There was silence as we approached the car. I glanced over and noticed her brow furrowing. Stopping abruptly before the passenger’s door, Spencer turned to me.

“Are you gonna ignore me tomorrow?” Concerned cobalt eyes looked up at mine. I smiled softly and placed my hand gently on her cheek and neck, before pulling her into a kiss. She froze, in shock I’m guessing, before cautiously moving her lips against mine. Slowly her hands moved to my hips. I could feel them twitch a little in unsure-ness. I slowly moved closer to her. My teeth slightly nibbled her bottom lip. I gingerly rubbed the side of her cheek and threaded my other hand through her tangle-less locks. Her lips tasted like strawberries. Slowly, I slipped my tough out and ran it over her full lips. Heh, this is one hell of an answer. Cautiously, Spencer opened her mouth. When our tongues first met, she whimpered a little. She felt so good, being this close. Slowly, I pulled away from her.

“We’ll see.” I smirked.

The ride to her house was quite, except for the music playing softly on the radio.

There’ll be girls across the nation that’ll eat this up Babe I know that it’s your soul but could you bottle it up?
I could feel her watching me. A small little smile played across her lips and she would occasionally glance up from her hands to look at me. She looked… really young. Like, too young. Don’t get me wrong; the kiss was great – amazing even. It couldn’t happen again though. There are things about me that Spencer can’t know. She’s only 15, and a half, she shouldn’t have to deal with them. Yeah we talked about ourselves for three and a half hours, but I left some details out. Spencer needs someone that can take care of her right. I can’t do that. I slipped up tonight. It won’t happen again. It can’t happen again.

Get down to the heart of it

No, it’s my heart

You’re shit out of your luck

Don’t make me tell you again my love, love, love, love

Love, love, love, love