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    The Dennison House – (Chapter: Profitable Benefits)

    “I’m fucking starving.”

    I nodded, knowing exactly where to take her, “Let’s go.”

     

    “Oh my God. These are literally the best fries I’ve ever had, Spencer,” Ashley says between bites.

    We shared a booth at Oinkster’s. We were supposed to share the fries as well, but Ashley had pretty much monopolized the basket. Which was just fine with me. The powers of the fourth-grade crush I had her made it so that everything she did was interesting.

    “So are you ready to talk now that you’ve eaten all the fries?” I asked. I wasn’t above forcing the truth out of her. Even if it required another basket.

    “Oh, I’m sorry,” Ashley said, “I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”

    “Ash…”

    “What?”

    “Please talk to me. You left me solo up there tonight and I want to know why.”

    “I just…how can I explain this?” Ashley said, pressing herself back against the booth, “I don’t know. I can’t, I guess. I fucked up.”

    “You fucked up?”

    “This is me fucking up right now…being here with you.”

    “How? Why?”

    “This is why I didn’t want friends in the house, Spencer. I don’t want to mix business and…friendship.”

    “So why can’t we be friends with profitable benefits?” I ask with a smile.

    “Profitable benefits, huh?”

    She smiled—finally—and it melted my heart just a little bit.

    “Yeah. Why not? I mean, if you’re scared of me then say you’re scared of me.”

    “Why would I be scare of you?” she asked, still smiling.

    “Because you’re scared that you might like me.”

    A weird moment passed between us before I realized my mistake.

    “I meant…as a friend. As a person,” I stumbled.

    “I know what you mean. Maybe you’re right.”

    “What?”

    “I said maybe you’re right. I don’t really let myself get close to anyone anymore.”

    “You can trust me, Ashley. Seriously.”

    “How long have we known each other?”

    “I know. I know, but there’s something…I feel like I know you already. Maybe I just feel like I want to know you but either way one thing I know for sure is that you can trust me.”

    “Like I said, we’ll see, Spencer.”

    “That’s what you say, but for some reason I feel like your ‘we’ll see’ is someone else’s ‘drop it.’”

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    1. Maybe it’s just the nature of the beast for Ashley to always be so guarded, whatever the reason I wish she would just let Spence in, but it’s only a matter of time before Spence is gonna break down those walls to get to the better half of Ash.PMASAP!!!^_^

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