"The men Sergeant Davies killed have been identified," the Chief begins. "Their names were David Yoder and Adam Burgeon. These men were affiliates with an unnamed American terrorist group. The FBI is looking into the incident and they're going to keep us informed. You'll find all you need to know in your updated case files."

We all reach for our designated folders.

I'm reading the beginning of mine when the Chief says, "Davies, Dennison and Vanichkul, you're all getting a week off to recover. Enjoy your Thanksgiving."

Wait, what? An entire week? Who's going to protect Spencer?

"Don't worry, soldiers, Ms. Carlin will be escorted by the other members of your unit," he adds.

God, can I not accept a vacation?

"Chief, I'm fine, I don't need time off," I protest.

"Davies, you're doing it whether you like it or not."

Yeah, that's the end of that. Chief gets what he wants.

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I come back from my briefing and collapse into bed.

Time for a much needed napski. Yeah, napski. Dennison and I once had a bad habit of adding '-ski' to the end of most words.

Hey, it was better that when added '-er' to the end of every word.

But I still call Aiden's Grand Prix the 'Prixer.'

It makes it so much cooler.

Plus, he wasn't down for 'the Lamborgreeni.' It's not my fault he has a green car.

I feel sleep tugging at my brain and I finally just give in.

I wake up to small kisses on the side of my neck and then hands that are about as cold as death creeping up my abdomen under my shirt. I shoot up immediately and Spencer merely giggles.

She's sneaky when she wants to be.

"How'd your meeting go?" She asks.

"Okay," I say with a smile. "Your hands are fucking freezing."

"Are they?" She says, acting surprised. "I suppose you would hate it if I did this then, huh?" She whispers as she runs her ice hands all over my stomach.

I squirm and fight, but she somehow ends up pinning my hands above my head. I push up slightly, but she keeps a firm hold.

She leans in close enough to me that our noses rub and whispers, "you like being in control, huh?"

I'm captivated, so I just slowly nod.

Her lips brush against mine as she breathes, "you drive me crazy in the best ways, Ashley Davies, and I absolutely love it."

"God, me too," I whisper back before she kisses me forcefully.

My stomach seems to be doing backflips. No one's ever kissed me like this...well, with the exception of the last time we kissed. Her lips are soft and they connect with mine in the most amazing way possible.

She pulls my bottom lip between hers and sucks slightly.

I seriously have no power over the noises I'm making in response.

She finally releases my hands and they're instantly on her as she shifts away from my mouth. I'm disappointed until I feel her breath against the shell of my ear.

"You're so sexy, you know that?" She whispers and my hips unvoluntarily shift as her lips brush against the shell of my ear.

"Not like you," I breathe out as she kisses my neck.

If this is a dream, I'm going to be pissed.

I run my hands under her shirt and up her sides. I feel her shiver in response and I finally realize just how wet I am.

She bites my skin gently and I finally give up on fighting the moans.

I'm about to flip her over when I hear a knock on the door. Spencer pulls back and looks at me wide-eyed.

"Shit, shit, shit," I say as she climbs off of me and whispers that she's going into the bathroom.

I nod as I straighten myself up. I walk over to the door and as reaching to open it, Aiden opens it and the dark wood hits me squarely in the face.

I rub my forehead as I reach up and smack him on the back of the head.

"Jesus, sorry Davies," he says.

"What do you want, Dennison?" I growl out.

He chuckles as his gaze falls to my neck.

"Shit, do I have a hickie?" I quickly ask.

"No, just some lip gloss," he says with a laugh.

I wipe my neck with my left hand and stare pointedly at him.

"I was just seeing what kind of pizza you wanted," he says.

"Supreme," I tell him as I walk over to the bed and sit down.

"Good," he replies, pulling out his phone. "I'll let you know when it's here."

I nod and as soon as the door's closed, Spencer walks out of the bathroom with a huge ass smile on her face.

I can't help but smile back. "Close call, huh?"

"Yeah," she says, smile still in place. "I have to meet Maddie for dinner, but I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay," I state and she places a soft kiss on my lips before beginning to walk away. "Wait, Spence."

She turns and looks at me, waiting for me to continue.

"They're making Aiden and I take a week off," I say.

I feel terrible as I see her soft smile become a frown.

"We're going to Maryland to spend the week with Kyla, but I'll call everyday," I say. "I mean, if you want me to."

Her smile's back, thank God. "I'd really like it if you did," she says before opening the door and stepping out.

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I really hope Spencer crawls into my bed tonight.

Does that make me needy? Honestly, it's only because she's always warm.

I mean, she also happens to smell like perfection and she likes to run her amazing fingers all over my skin.

I turn on Modern Marvels and lay back in my bed.

The next thing I know, I'm opening my eyes to see a sexy as fuck blonde straddling my waist and playing with the hem of my t-shirt.

Must've fallen asleep...the History Channel always fuckin' does that to me.

"Miss me?" She asks with a shy smile.

"Mmhmm," I reply, my hands finding her thighs.

"How was your pizza?" She asks, her fingers tracing random patterns on my stomach.

"Delicious," I reply.

"And how was your company?"

"Terrible," I respond with a smile.

"I figured," she replies. "I'm tired."

I motion for her to lay down and she moves so she's laying beside me with her head in the crook of my neck.

There's nothing like falling asleep like this.