Spencer nodded, too absorbed with her own exhaustion and too overwhelmed by how good it felt just to be next to Ashley to object. She followed her out to her car, hesitating to get in mostly because the seats were leather and she knew full well how much Ashley loved those seats, “Ash… The leather…”

The brunette smiled softly, waving her hand, “It’s fine.” Normally she would have killed anyone who even spilled a little water on her interior, but it was Spencer who was wrecking her seats and therefore it was okay. Spencer knew she was the only one with that allowance.

Spencer took a seat in the slick black Porsche, watching Ashley step inside from the opposite side of the car. She felt like she was in a dream, like none of this was real so she had no reason to object. They drove to Ashley’s house in silence, with the brunette too afraid to ruin the moment with her dumb mouth and Spencer shivering with cold and just general weakness. The pair walked inside with Ashley taking Spencer’s hand and helping to guide the girl towards her bedroom.

Once inside Ashley pulled some warm clothes and a few towels out, handing them to Spencer, “Here… These should do it…”

Spencer nodded and began to undress, not really caring if Ashley saw because she was too damn tired to be self-conscious. Besides, they’d slept together over a dozen times, and for Spencer to go into the bathroom to change would be a bit ridiculous at this point. Ashley turned away, knowing they weren’t together and therefore having no right to look. Instead she returned to the closet, getting clean clothes for her own damp self.

When she exited she allowed herself a guilty glance over at Spencer, and she was a bit astonished by what she saw, “Oh my god Spence, your so skinny.” She spoke, blinking as she approached the girl.

Spencer looked down at herself, wearing only her wet braw and soaked jeans. For the first time she seemed to notice just how much weight she’d lost, although she seemed rather unmoved by her discovery. Ashley on the other hand looked intensely troubled as she gently ran her hand over Spencer’s ribcage, able to feel each rib, “Have you not been eating or something? You must have lost at least 15lbs.”