Ch.8

Ashley’s POV:

      Waking up and seeing Spencer smiling at me is probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my life. I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. The feel of her bare skin against mine excited me a little. However, I restrained myself from trying to start a round two. Spencer kissed me deeply; the girl was immune from getting morning breath, that’s for sure. She rose and headed towards the bathroom. “Shower?” she asked hopefully. I shook my head, laughing. I couldn’t shower with her, not with the need to keep my mask on. “Wait for me.” She said, as she stepped into the shower. When she came out she invited me to use her bathroom. Of course, I took the world’s quickest shower- I was out in a flash. Literally. She gaped at me when I shot into her kitchen, completely dressed again and smelling fresh. “I wanted to make you breakfast.” She said sweetly, pulling out pots and pans. She strode over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Pretty soon the smell of hash browns, eggs, and waffles with strawberries permeated throughout her entire apartment. “I’d expect someone as strong as you to be starving after sex.” She noted, as she handed me my plate. “Thank you.” I said quietly, not knowing what to say. Spencer sat down across from me, and I stared at her a little before feasting on the delicious smelling food she had made for me. Interesting how she knew that I’d be starving after sex. Lucky guess, maybe. I’ve never had anyone show me such kindness before in my life as to cook for me and…make love to me. Spencer reached across the table and laid her hand on top of mine. I stopped eating the eggs and looked up at her. She was smiling warmly at me, and at the moment, I thought my heart would stop. The sun shined its rays onto her golden tresses, and she seemed to cast a glow. I gulped. “So, is my cooking alright?” I nodded, being left temporarily speechless for a couple seconds. “Yeah, this is excellent.” I said, cutting a piece out of the waffles and eating it right before her. “Oh! I forgot to get you something to drink. Here.” She said, pouring some milk into a glass from me. “Thanks, Spence.” I said, gulping some down gratefully.