“But what does that have to do with what happened in the kitchen?” Ashley was confused.

Spencer flushed even more. “I’m not allowed to bring one-night stands home.”

Ashley stared at Spencer. “I guess that makes sense,” she said evenly.

Spencer glared at the brunette, who was so obviously trying not to laugh. “You know, I haven’t seen you around school before,” Spencer said, trying to change the subject.

“Um yeah, I just moved here over the summer. My dad got this new job, blah blah blah, so here I am, gracing LA with my presence,” Ashley said sarcastically.

“You’re not happy about coming to LA?”

Ashley pulled a face, which made her look even cuter than usual. “No. I mean, it’s nice and all, but it’s not Paris, you know?”

Spencer stared. “You’re from Paris? You don’t have a French accent.”

“I grew up in San Francisco, but we moved to Paris a couple of years ago. My dad’s job takes him places and I was getting sick of San Fran, so I decided to go with him.”

“Wow. What does your dad do?” Spencer contemplated taking her clothes off in front of the other girl, wondering if it would help her get-laid-tonight cause. She decided that it wouldn’t hurt to try, and in one swift motion, pulled her shirt off and tossed it into the laundry basket.

“You know, stuff,” Ashley answered vaguely. “Um, I can leave if you want to take a shower or something.”

Spencer looked at Ashley carefully, who was plainly looking everywhere else but at the half-naked blonde. “I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?” Spencer smirked, an idea popping into her head.

Ashley shook her head vigorously. “No! Um, you have a very nice body, Spencer. But uh, I still have a lot of unpacking to do and it’s the first day of school tomorrow and I really should get going because I read somewhere that teenagers actually need more rest than adults and we should get about ten hours of sleep each night to be productive- What are you doing?” Ashley broke off halfway, staring at Spencer standing between her legs.

Spencer leaned in closer, letting her lips brush Ashley’s ear. “Trying to make you more comfortable,” she whispered, smirking as she heard a small whimper from the girl beneath her. “Is it working?”