Spencer's fingers hovered over the call button. She needed Ashley. She needed to tell her. She was ready.
His lips were wet, sliding across hers. Rough hands running under the back of her shirt. She enjoyed it. She wanted more of it. Spencer was able to think of Aiden and not be grossed out. He didn't shove his tongue down her mouth. He teased and tempted her, pulling her in for more.
But part of her wasn't present. Half of her mind was elsewhere, wondering where Ashley was, what she was doing, who she was with. Every so often, she could swear it was Ashley she was kissing.
Sometimes his aftershave turned into Ashley's perfume. And sometimes the fingers massaging her back weren't large and calloused, but were slender and had manicured nails. The chills weren't from him lifting her shirt a bit, but by the night on Ashley's car. She should have kissed her then. Even if it was on the cheek. Anything.
"It's okay." She could swear she heard Ashley's voice again, and the fingers curling on the side of her neck.
A soft moan came from somewhere in Spencer's throat. Aiden answered back with a low voice. "Spencer…"
It shook her. She wasn't expecting his voice. She didn't know if she wanted to hear it or not. She pulled back, sighing.
"What's wrong?" She almost cringed at the sincerity in his voice. He actually cared about her, and she was thinking of someone else. Again.
"I should get home."
She pushed it. It dialed and began ringing, only to be picked up by the voice mail.
"Apparently, I'm out having more fun than you. Leave it."
"Ashley! Hey, it's me. I really need to talk to you. Please? Call me back when you get this."