“Hey Kyla,” Ashley exclaimed as she bounced into the loft.  She tossed her H&M clutch bag onto the coffee table and ruffled Kyla’s hair playfully.

“Why are you in such a good mood?” Kyla asked, running her fingers through her tangled hair.

Ashley laughed, “Why are you such a grump?” 

The doorbell rang and Ashley ran to get it, expecting it to be Spencer.  “Heyyy!” Spencer exclaimed, handing the brunette a humungous rose, “I thought you’d like it.”  Spencer pressed her lips to Ashley’s cheek lovingly.

“Aw.  I love you too, Spence!”

In reaction to Kyla’s barely audible snicker, Ashley’s middle finger flicked upwards.  “Are you ready?” Spencer asked as she bounced toward the door.  Ashley arched an eyebrow.

“For what?”

“Dinner and Ego.  Jonica and Lily will be there.”

“Ugh,” Ashley groaned, “Dinner sounds nice.  But ditch the Ego idea if those bi-yotches are going to be there.”

Spencer laughed, entangled her fingers with the brunette’s and said, “Then let’s go!”

*          *          *

“This was nice, Spence,” Ashley said, “Our second miserable attempt at feeding each other Chinese food.”  Both girls giggled as memories of their third date came to mind. 

“Yeah, but this time we made a mess in your car rather in Chelsea’s studio,” Spencer laughed as she picked a noodle off of the dashboard.

“Okay, now that’s gross.”  The girls burst into a fit  of laughed.  “But, seriously Spencer.  That was really great.”

Spencer leaned over and planted a soft kiss on the brunette’s cheek.  Ashley shivered as she felt Spencer’s fingers against her collarbone.  Ashley reached over and trailed a blazing path across the blonde’s cheek.  “Let’s, um, go back to the loft,” Ashley managed to squeak as her breathing became difficult, “Kyla’s probably at Ego with Glen and Aiden.  We’ll have the whole loft to ourselves.”

Spencer grinned crookedly as a dirty thought flitted across her mind.  “Sure,” she replied casually.  But Ashley knew that look like she knew the alphabet.

Twenty minutes of complete torture passed before they reached Ashley’s apartment.  Both girls had tried their best to maintain their composure but knew that they had failed miserably.  The blood in Ashley’s knuckles had drained from seizing the steering wheel too tightly.  Spencer was on the verge of drawing her own blood from digging her fingernails into her knee.