Hello, i know i've been gone for a while but i've recently purchased my very own laptop to love and to hold and to cherish and to do all sorts of odd things with. Mine. All mine. It feels good to say :)

But here's more Spashley Love. I hope you guys do enoji :)

"You amaze me more and more everyday, " She smiles as I regain my cool, sexy composure.

I place the guitar so it's leaning against the wall behind me, "That horrible, huh?"

She rolls her eyes then intertwines our fingers, "Come here."

"Well, well, well, are you trying to seduce me, Spencer Carlin?" I say obliging to her pulling motion.

She nods, "Mhm." She kisses me lightly on the lips then looks into my eyes. They're burning a hole through my undeserving soul, "Is it working?"

I nod. Speechless.

"Thought so," she whispers before she leans in and kisses me with more passion than the last kiss we shared.

No girl leaves Ashley Davies speechless but Ashley Davies. Thank God, I said that in my head and not vocally. That was just stupid.

Five minutes have passed since we started our make-out session. Forget cute Spencer, I think I'm dealing with sexy Spencer at the moment. A) Because she keeps digging her nails into my sides and back, B) She keeps voicing her opinions on the situation at hand by saying nothing at all and C) She keeps saying "I Want You."

Now I don't know if you people are aware what that does to my hormones but those three simple words drive me up the wall. If you have enough balls to say that you wanna bang in a less vulgar manner then it's more than likely that you're getting laid that night. That is all.

Spencer goes to lift up my shirt. I grab her left hand with my right, "Wait." I breathe heavily.

She looks from her hand to my mouth then my eyes, "What's wrong?" she asks looking hurt.

I smirk, "Nothing at all," I peck her on the lips, "I just—if we—if we start this I won't be able to hold myself back. I'm not gonna want to stop."

"Who's complaining?" she quips back with a smirk.

Green light, Ashley, green fucking light! "Not me."

"You're so beautiful," I say moving stray hair away from Spencer's face. She really is. Her eyes are sparkling in the night and with her skin so soft... how am I so lucky?

She blushes and looks down, "You're just saying that because you have to, I mean we just slept together."

I grab the bottom of her chin lightly and make her look at me, "I don't have to say anything but the truth to you and that's what I'm doing."

She smiles, "Okay."

"And I'd like to think that we made love. Not fucked or slept together as you so lightly put it. You mean more to me than that." I say lightly in fear that I'm packing on the sweetness a little too thick.

This time she doesn't blush. She stares into my eyes, "I really do love you, Ashley."

Now it's my turn to blush, "Wanna prove it?" I ask.

She giggles, "Is this is what we're gonna be like? Bunnies with every second we get?"

I nod, "Yeah, would you expect anything else from the infamous Ashley Davies? I mean, really, Spen?"

She doesn't take a second to think about it, "Nope. I guess not, horn-dog."

I smile, "Then what are we talking about?"

A comfortable silence falls over us. I take this time to wrap my left arm around Spencer's waist and close my eyes. This is probably the most peaceful I've ever been after sex. I'm usually in a rush to leave so I don't break the staying overnight rule with the random type girls.

She places a hand on my arm that's wrapped around her, "Was I... any good?" she asks with fear in her voice.

I prop myself up with my right arm, "No. You were great. I'd swear you were a pro if I didn't know you."

I can see the corner of her lip turn up and I lay back down on my side and scoot closer to her, "Okay." she says with a little sunshine in her voice.

I kiss her neck then we doze off to sleep.