Spencer smiled, “I didn’t not believe you the first time…I just wanted to be sure. I love you, too.”

“Good. I think I might die if this was one-sided.”

The blonde chuckled. “So…last night," she trailed off, and Ashley nodded for her to continue. "Was I…okay?”

“Babe, to say that you were okay would be an insult and understatement.”

“Really? But I had no clue of what to do. It was all very awkward,” Spencer confessed. “Uh, but a good awkward!” she assured.

Ashley smiled and shook her head, “That what makes a first time so special. The awkwardness. Not knowing exactly what you’re doing and learning as you go. Looking into each other’s eyes searching for that trust that needs to be there.”

“I bet you’ve had that a lot.”

“Honestly? No, never.”

Spencer’s brow furrowed, “But when you were talking about your first time in the documentary, it seemed like you had that connection with what’s-her-face.”

“Uh, Maggie. Yeah.” Ashley scratched the back of her head, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “Look, Spence, I said she made it a little less nerve wracking. I didn’t say I trusted her completely. I had just met her; you can never fully trust a complete stranger. It was fun; I won’t lie, but nothing like last night. That was just pure bliss.”

The blonde nodded, “Okay.” She bit her lip, “I’ll get better, I promise.”

The brunette let out an annoyed breath and rolled her eyes, “Ugh, shut up. Look, sex is different with everyone. Fact is: it’s great with you.” She got a devilish gleam in her eye, “Especially when you scream my name.”

“ASHLEY!” Spencer yelled, shocked that the girl would bring that up.

“Hey, yeah…sorta like that,” she laughed.

“Oh, my God…you’re dead,” the blonde threatened.

Ashley snorted as she stood up. She put on a mocking voice and continued her taunting, “Ashley! Oh, God, Ashley!” she started to back away.

“Shut up!” the blonde yelled. She was blushing bright red, as she stood and started walking towards to other girl. “Like I said…dead.”

“Yeah, uh huh. Whatcha gonna do?” the brunette challenged playfully.

“Your shins are mine,” Spencer said blandly.

“Oh, fuck…” Ashley hated that about Spencer. Whenever she got pissed, someone got kicked in the shin. And seeing as how she was the only person here. She was the lucky person who was about to have bruised shins. The brunette quickly turned on her heel and bolted in the opposite direction.