After dominating another three games of beer pong, a game of Kings and a couple Table Throwers, Spencer and I stumbled our way back upstairs and into the living room.
Okay, 'stumbled' is probably the wrong thing to say. It's more like I'm carrying Spencer and trying to see straight at the same time.
Garcia, who is currently filling my position, looks at me and shakes his head with a smile. I give him a thumbs up as Spencer leans in to kiss my cheek.
I open the door to her bedroom and lay her down on the bed. I close the door and then stand at the edge of the bed, grabbing her calves to take her shoes off. As soon as that's done, she sits up and I help her take her shirt off.
God, I love black bras.
I place my hands at the top of her jeans and look up for confirmation. She nods so I unbutton the jeans and then begin slowly pulling them down her legs.
God, I love black thongs.
Too bad this isn't going where I want it to. I can't take advantage of her. I want our first time to be special, you know?
I'm such a fucking sap. I'm going to go ahead and blame it on my drunkeness.
I walk over to her dresser and pull out two pairs of boxers and two tank tops. I sit her up and guide her arms into the shirt and move down to do the same for her legs.
Once she's settled under the covers, I change into a pair of green American Eagle boxers (they're comfy as fucking hell, too) and a grey tank top.
I then slide myself under the covers and turn off the lamp.
Spencer immediately curls into my body and I pull her closer with the arm I have wrapped around her.
"I'm beginning to wonder if I can sleep without you, Ash," she whispers.
"I am, too, beautiful," I whisper back.
"I'm glad you came tonight," she says, her breaths ghosting across my neck. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time."
I kiss her forehead in response.
"Tell me about your ambitions," she says quietly.
"I want to be out of the military," I reply. "One of these days, I want to be in the FBI...or maybe make some documentaries. I want a family to come home to. I want...I want a extraordinary life just like everyone else."
"But you're not like everyone else," she responds.
"What do you mean?"
"You're so damn much more than every person I've ever met. You're amazing, Ash," she says as her hand slips under my shirt to trace random patterns on my skin.
"I don't think you realize how incredible you are," I whisper.
"I've never felt like this."
"Neither have I, Spence."
She sighs and says, "I don't want to be without you for a week."
This makes me smile. "You don't have to, baby. I called Kyla earlier and convinced her to come here instead."
She lifts her head to look at me and says, "I thought you and Aiden were looking forward to being away from the city?"
"That's something we can do whenever. He doesn't care as long as he gets to see Kyla," I say with a chuckle.
She smiles and leans in to kiss my neck. "So, we can hang out all week?"
"Mmhmm."
"And I get to meet your sister?"
"Mmhmm."
"Sounds amazing," she whispers. "My dad and I are volunteering at a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving like we do every year. I forgot to tell you that."
"Want any help?"
"No, baby, enjoy your Thanksgiving with your family. I'll come see you when it's done."
"Good deal," I reply. "Homeless people kind of scare me anyway."
