“That sounds nice” it did sound nice, but the look in her chocolate eyes told me neither of us felt like being nice.

I took her hand and made our way to the couch. As she retreated to the seat I bent down in front of the entertainment center to pick out a DVD. I browsed thru the titles then turned to ask Ashley’s opinion, as I shifted I caught her shamelessly checking out my ass.

“Any recommendations?”

“Huh?”

“A movie? Any ideas”

“Ohh..Sorry…what ever you wish boss”

“Grease?”

“Somehow I knew you would say that”

“Well it is my favorite. And your lucky because now you get the pleasure of listening to me sing, I do a mean “summer nights” I smiled as I began to start up the movie and sit next to her. I sat close, but not too close. Close enough to let her now I was interested but I didn’t want to rush anything.

“So how many times have you seen this?”

“If I had to guess id say about 1000, when I was in 2^nd grade I use to watch it everyday after school with my brother Glen. Although, he denies it to this day.”

“I hate to admit this, but I have never seen the whole thing”

“What? You must be joking, how are you even a human?” I picked up the pillow between us and threw it at her. Making us that much closer in the process.

“Sorry, musicals never really did it for me”

“Ashley, this is not a musical. It is a classic”

“I’m sorry Spencer. At least my first time gets to be with you” she smiled in a way that only she can, a way that even in this short time I’ve known her I’ve come to except that a smile like that could make me do just about anything to keep her happy.

“I’m honored”

For the first time in my life this movie could not keep my attention. Instead I was fully focused on the small distance between my hand and hers. Her leg and mine. With every small shift I found myself a little closer. I could tell she had the same mission as me because slowly but surely are hands had touched in an electric connection that I’ve never had in my life. I placed my hand over hers and she immediately intertwined our fingers. She let her thumb draw circles on the back of my hand. My concentration on Sandy had gone from minimum to non existent. I slickly moved the placement of our hands off the couch and into her lap. It was a little game we were playing, all this movement but yet our eyes stayed glued straight ahead. We didn’t acknowledge what was going on. We just continued to let the tension build. I knew I had started the game, but I was far too chicken for the next move.