Author's Note: I know that this chapter is very short, but that's because it is more of an Introduction/Last Time on SON...
Ashley's Point of View
I love this girl. More than I've loved anyone. We have been flirting with each other pretty much since we met, but neither of us have taken that next step. Sometimes I get unsure if I am really what she wants, but then I have to remember that she's never been with a girl before, let alone one like me.
People say I sleep around a lot, and they wouldn't be that wrong. I have heard numbers upwards of 50, but in reality I'm nowhere near that number. It's more like 15-20, somewhere in there. I know that sounds like a lot, and for my age it kind of is. Although, the thing is that I was in a really bad place. I had just lost my baby, realized I was gay, and my mother basically abandoned me.
But, after I met her I haven't slept with anyone. Not even Paige that night I did those pills with her. All I ended up doing was talking about Spencer and giggling. Eventually I passed out, and I'm pretty sure that Paige left shortly after that. The next thing I knew, Spencer was in my bed taking care of me as I came down. Although I vaguely remember her talking about wanting to just see how this goes, I can't be sure if that's what she actually wants or not.
Then when I woke in the morning to find her still here with me, having taken care of me all night, that made me realize how serious she was. I knew she was ready, even if she didn't quite know yet herself. I think she is going to know soon though, I just have a feeling that she will.
Spencer's Point of View
I'm pretty sure I love her. I can honestly say that I've never been in love, so this must be what it feels like. She is constantly in my thoughts and dreams, her name takes up any spare piece of paper I can find. My heart beats faster when I'm near her, and when she leaves it stays that way for a few minutes before slowing down an incredible amount. My breathing almost always slows when I'm thinking about what we could be doing together, but I haven't let us yet.
I've only been with one guy, and I've never been with a girl. Sometimes, I have dreams about what it might be like to be with her and wake up in a hot mess, only to have to finish the job myself. (A/N: Yes, that does mean what you think it means :P)
I think I'm finally ready though. I think that I finally trust her enough to let her be my first. I feel ready enough to give myself to her in every sense.
Soon enough though, she asked me to spend the night at her place. I was nervous, but wanted to, so I agreed. We walked up the stairs and into her room where she took me by the hand and moved me in front of her. Ashley took the left side of my head in her hand and moved some hair out of my face before she moved in for a gentle kiss. I closed my eyes and my lips met hers. We kissed for a few seconds, her hand never leaving my face and cupping my cheek gently. Our foreheads met briefly then she took my hand again and led me to her bed.