"Then why are you still shaking?" she’s standing in front of me blocking my way to the door.

"Spencer please stop. I don’t want you in my head anymore. It’s freaking me out!" I am shaking. I’m also startin gto get angry and I don’t want to get angry.

"You blow up at people because you feel thretaned and don’t want them close enough to hurt you. But most of the time they already have." I’m on the floor.

"I’m such a fuck up." Spencer sits next to me and holds me close.

"You’re not a fuck up. You’re smart, sexy, sweet, nice, strong, a great cook and I love you."

"I love you too, babe." She turns my head kissing me softly trying to make me feel better.

"Let’s go downstairs." We go downstairs and I feed the dogs. I open cans of tomatoes and tomatoe sauce and pour them into a pot. I add fresh garlic, onions, peppers and season it. Then I bread and fry 2 chicken breasts. Last, I boil some angel hair pasta. Spencer, who’s been sitting on the counter finally speaks.

"What’cha making?" her voice is thick and husky. I know she’s getting turned on. She loves it when I cook.

"Chicken Parm. AKA: romantic comfort food."

"Smells good." I can think of some other things that smell good.

"It’s almost done." I make our plates and we take them up to my room. We watch Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone unknowingly whispering the words. When it goes off Spence asks me to give her a back rub. She just wants me to touch her. She flips over on her stomach and I straddle her. I start at her neck. She seems to melt under my touch. I move to her shoulders, behind her lungs. She moans pushing up into me.

"My shirt’s in the way. I’ll take it off." she lifts herself halfway up and pulls her shirt off. I start back on her massage.

"Harder." her voice is husky. I push between her shoulder blades and her back pops. She grunts as her skin flushes. I push my knuckles into her lower back popping it. 

"Mmm. Ash." My center starts to heat up. She’s just trying to get to me. She flips over onto her back.