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    The Wedding – (Chapter: ch3-Hug me now, grope me later…)

    “You…me…seducing…huh…?”

    Spencer was stuttering at this point, her mind swimming with so many thoughts. She had clearly heard what Ashley said, it was just the believing it part she had trouble with.

    “Yes, Spence, you and me and a lot of seducing. Get used to the idea.”

    With that being said a hand was firmly planted on her thigh and nimble fingers drew aimless patterns onto the thin material covering her skin. Spencer lost all focus at that point, just got lost in the slow motion of Ashley’s fingers on her thigh. Memories of those fingers and what they used to do to her crept into her mind and she blushed furiously as she remembered her mother was in the front seat. She tried scooting closer to the door and did not know if she was relieved or pissed when Ashley simply moved closer again. They needed to talk and soon, but it would have to wait, since she could see her mother watching them in the rear view mirror.

    By the time they reached the cake shop, Spencer had decided she was angry. What right did Ashley have to touch her like she owned her and tell her they were hooking up for lack of a better word. So it was with a lot of force that she slammed her door shut behind her and basically stalked into Delectable Decadence for the cake tasting from hell. As long as she was angry, she could protect herself, her heart even, from Ashley.

    Ashley kept giving her looks, the ‘I’m going to rip off your clothes and feast off your body’ looks and Spencer kept returning her own ‘I’m going to chop you up into little pieces and post you to my mother for Christmas’ looks. This went on until Kyla shoved an elbow into Spencer’s ribs.

    “Come to the bathroom with me.”

    It was not a question so much as a demand. Spencer simply nodded her head and followed after Kyla to where the sales assistant had pointed. Kyla got straight to the point.

    “So, you haven’t been around each other for more than two hours and she already pissed you off? What ‘s going on, Spence?”

    Spencer sighed, half angry, half hopelessly.

    “Oh, she just casually mentioned she’s winning me over again. Like nothing happened back then, like all is forgiven and she is just stepping into her rightful place! God! She’s still so… I don’t know… cocky?…a huge pain in the ass? You pick one, I’m too angry to do it.”

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