"I’m gonna have nightmares tonight, just to warn you," she said as we were walking out of the theater.
"Not if I can help it," I assured her. Snow was beginning to fall again.
"Let’s take a picture," she said, pulling out her phone and turning it around. I turned and kissed her as she snapped the photo. We both smiled and looked at the picture she had taken; we’re kissing, with snow illuminated in the background by the glowing trees. I like it a lot.
"Send that to my phone," I said, and she did. We got in the car and headed back to my place.

Spencer’s POV
While Ashley drives, I can’t help but look at her. She’s gorgeous. She gives me a sideways glance and smirks.
"I can feel your eyes on me, Carlin."
I blush, but I’m not really embaressed. We arrive at her place and hurry to get inside and away from the cold. We go in her living room and I sit on the couch as she lights a fire in the fireplace. The room fills with its warmth and she comes to join me on the couch. She kisses me on the cheek and moves to my ear.

She starts to softly sing a Christmas carol. Her voice is hoarse and it makes me slightly wet. Ashley and I haven’t had sex yet, and suddenly, I want it to be tonight. I turn and kiss her passionately, catching her offguard. My tongue wins the battle for dominance and I take her hand and put it on my breast.
"Spencer," Ashley says, breaking the kiss. "You know we gon’t have to do this. We -"
"Don’t," I interrupt. "I want to. Just touch me. Love me."
She gives a short nod and then comes back to the kiss, this time winning dominance. Her left hand sneaks to the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head in one swift motion. I do the same for her. Her hand moves to the zipper of my jeans and she undoes them, then gets up off the couch and pulls them off of me. She takes hers off, too. She then grabs a blanket from the couch and lays it infront of the fireplace. She comes back for me and takes my hand, leading me over to the fireplace where she lays me down. The heat in my center intensifies with the fire so close.
"Ash," I squeak out.
"It’s okay, Spencer. I’ll take care of you."