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Here's Part 4.1

2 months later

These past five months with Spencer have been the most incredible experience of my twenty-five years of living. She's the one for me, hands down. She is my better half that I was missing for so long. The only thing I regret is that I didn't meet her earlier in my life.

Well that and all those others girls, which were a complete waste of time because they stalled me from getting to Spencer earlier. Is that even possible? Eh, maybe, maybe not. I can't worry about it. I just have to plan the proposal now…

Since Spencer is on break from school for a little, it makes it a little easier for her and I to go out or stay in and do something together. Last night we had a little sleep over. Wink, wink. Now, we are sitting at my kitchen table with a couple plates of food, in a quiet surrounding.

I look up from studying the newspaper and thinking deeply for a while to beam at Spencer's eyes peacefully. She cuts a piece of waffle with her fork, too big for her mouth, and stuffs it in there like she's in a rush. She says something in excitement while looking in the paper closely, but I can't make out a single word that she's saying.

I joke, "Was that in English?"

She chuckles and chews her food quickly to speak again, this time in a clear way, "The Mets beat the Yankees!"

I react enthusiastically, "Really?"

Spencer scoffs, "No, what are you kidding?" She starts laughing to herself for playing a joke on me.

I respond back with a bit of an attitude, "I know they stink, but you shouldn't be giving me false hope like that, young lady."

She continues, snickering, "Too easy."

Spence is so adorable when she plays little pranks like that on me. I glare down at the newspaper page that I had previously put down on the table and skimmed over the area for politics. I quickly fold the paper up and toss it to the side. "So this weekend…got any plans?"

She drinks a sip of her coffee and then answers promptly after, "I don't know. My girlfriend hasn't told me her work schedule yet."

"She's off this whole weekend, even Friday."

Spencer gasps and stares at me dumfounded, "How did that happen?"

I say wisely, "I've got connections. So I was thinking we should take advantage of it. Friday: us out to dinner. Saturday: a family party, which means both families come over. Sunday: I take you to the fair."

She analyzes my well-thought out plan, but tries to alter them, "How about this? Friday: sleep over. Saturday: sleep over and fair. Sunday: brunch with the family."

I do the same as her, but I alter it in a completely different way, "Friday: Triple date with Aiden and Madison and Glen and Kyla. Saturday: family brunch and then late night movie. Sunday: single date with you and me. How about that?"

After a few moments, she nods her head slowly. Spence looks at me, determined to get whatever she has planned, her way, "How about we take advantage of this solitude by me, screwing you on the counter tops, in the shower, hell, even on the floor? Because it seems to me we get very good ideas when we have sex, in the most pleasurable ways."

I look at her intimately and answer honestly, "That's why I love you. You know exactly what I want, when I want it, without me even saying a word."

"Oh, I know, I'm good."

I wait a few seconds for her to make a move, but she doesn't move a muscle. "So are you going to pleasure me or do I have to do it myself?"

Scooting out of her chair, she gets closer to me with her sex drive fully intact.

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Saturday night

Spencer's POV

After our long and erotic evening with each other the other night, Ashley and I decided to go to the fair Friday night, have a family get-together Saturday night and then a night out on the town Sunday night.

We also decided to throw the gala event at Ashley's house so no pressure was put on my family or me. I love how sweet and considerate she can be. A huge grin appears on my face after thinking about her…that always seems to happen.

Snapping back into reality, I wipe the smile off me along with some water that leaked from the side of my mouth. I look at all the people, realizing how well they all click with each other. It's surreal, actually. It's good to know everyone feels comfortable with one another, just in case a proposal comes in the future, not necessarily the nearby future.

There are a lot of people here, too, for everyone to be getting along so amazingly. Starting with my left, there is: Ashley, Raife, Aiden, Madison, Kyla, Glen, Christine, Mom, Dad, and then me. We're missing one person, Ethan, but he'll be here any minute. He couldn't make it to dinner due to last-minute complications at work, but we're expecting him for dessert and whatnot. I'm not worried about him not getting along with the families because he fits in with everyone with his outgoing personality.

I feel a hand slide gently over my thigh. I then gaze into Ashley's perfectly-aligned dark brown eyes and immediately feel comfort. This is my reality and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Raife speaks loud and clear, "How about some coffee and dessert?"

Ten minutes later

I excuse myself from the kitchen where all of the women are cleaning dinner up from the table to use the bathroom. Right before I enter the little room, I hear Ethan's entrance by the sounds of all the boys welcoming him. I use the bathroom appropriately and powder myself up a bit as well. I slowly walk out towards the foyer to wrap around to greet Ethan, but I hear them whispering as I get closer.

I pace even slower towards to hear what they're saying before I enter the area. "How's everything going with them?" Ethan whispers.

Raife answers back quietly, "It seems to be going really well right now, but you never know Ashley."

Aiden chimes in, "But this is usually how it goes. Ashley makes everything seem picture perfect then she takes a girl out to dinner…"

Ethan finishes, "To a romantic setting, most likely where they had their first date, and pretty much deceives the girl into thinking Ashley's going to propose, but she really breaks up with her. Same old story, different day."

Ashley wouldn't do that. Would she?

Aiden sort of threatens, "Ashley better not let Spencer go. She's the best thing for Ashley."

Raife pats his son on the back and assures, "We can't do anything about it, son. Ashley's got to make the decision for herself."

They stop talking for a while, which sort of cues me to very slowly walk back into the kitchen, letting everything settle in from that conversation into my brain. This ultimate confusion is going to bring on tears soon if I don't watch it.

With a distraught face on, I stroll into the kitchen and I instantly catch Ashley's eyes. With a concerned voice, she asks as she drops the pan and towel on the counter, "Are you okay, Spencer?"

I beam into her eyes and suggest, "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Apprehensive looks take over her face as she walks towards me and guides me outside, in front of the house. She turns on the porch light, but closes the door behind her. I take a seat on the top step of the porch. She sits to the right of me, keeping some distance between the two of us.

The smell of freshly-cooked barbeque foods on the grill fills the air around us. The weather is also cooler than it has been lately, causing streaks of our breathing to appear. This night turned out to be very surreal, besides the sudden jolt of reality I just got.

She sighs, "What's wrong Spencer?"

I bite my lip, refusing my mouth from speaking the truth, but I eventually stop holding back and let everything out, in an altered form, "I love you, Ashley. I really do." I pause. "When I say it, I meant it."

Her eyes kind of skim back and forth at mine, "Where is all of this coming from?"

I ask, worried for a bad answer, "Do you love me?"

Without hesitation, she answers, "Yes I do. Why?"

I vary my answer, "Because I want to know if these feelings mutual."

"Of course they are. Spencer, how could I not love you?"

I admit, "Exactly, how could I not love you? I'm comfortable being around you. You make me the happiest I've been in a while. You're my support group, my crying shoulder, especially my best friend. I don't want to lose you." I made that sound like the worst statement possible, but I had to get everything out, even if it's not in order.

She looks at me sincerely and responds, "I'm glad, but you know what? You're lucky you're cute because you just confused the hell out of me with all that stuff."

I chuckle, which causes her to follow behind close, "Okay I'll put it in simpler words, "You. Me. Bedroom. 12:00."

She smiles and throws her arms up quickly, "Now see that's so much easier to understand for me. I speak sex better than I speak English."

I stand up and laugh a little, "Oh, believe me, I know."

She stands up a couple seconds after me, "Are you okay?"

"Yea I'm fine."

She puts her left hand on my back soothingly, "I'm glad because just a few more hours and then the real party starts." She winks at me.

I laugh in agreement as we walk towards the door and back into the house.

Why am I having a hard time believing that she really loves me?

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Next night

We're in Giuseppe's, which happens to be the place where we had our first date. My heart skipped a couple beats when Ashley told me where we were going, but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt before jumping to conclusions quickly.

Ashley's been exceptionally quiet this whole night, which, not gonna lie, is really creeping me out. I hope she's not being weird because she's going to break up with me. Ashley wouldn't do that, though.

Would she?

Ashley clears her throat and begins to speak in a very monotone and serious voice, "So we've been together, what, about five months? And I've loved every second of it. We've laughed. We've cried. We've had countless numbers of erotic moments, around both of our house. But most importantly, we've both grown to love each other. But I just don't think this is gonna work out."

I know where she's headed with it, even though she hasn't said that exact same words as "I want to break up." I just can't believe it came true and after a night like last night, when she clearly told me she loved me. I should've just left Ashley right after I heard the guys talking about this moment that has officially become my reality.

I quickly close my purse in a hurry as my tear ducts are full and ready to erupt with tears. I raise my voice, "Just stop while you're ahead. I don't want to hear the rest of it. I just can't believe you would do such a thing like this." Ashley gives the most perplexed expression I've ever seen. "And what hurts the most is that I really thought you loved me. When I said it for the first time, I meant it, with all my heart. I should've known you'd do something like. I guess I just thought you were different. I thought you were going to be the one who changed everything in my life, for the better, but I guess I was wrong." I scoff my voice, "I was really wrong." I shake my head and then look back up at Ashley, "I wish you the best, Ashley. Goodbye."

I walk away with tears streaming down my face, but for some reason, I feel like I have a clear head on my shoulders.

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Ashley's POV

I say out loud after Spencer is clear from my sight, "What just happened? What did I do wrong?"

I take the engagement ring I picked out earlier in the week that I was going to propose to Spencer with, if she hadn't interrupted.

Why can't anything go as planned?

I promise that's not the ending. I'll probably get the rest up later tonight, early tomorrow at the latest :)