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Let's Get A Little Definition Friendly – (Chapter: [8]Past)
I was slightly confused, if Ashley was as insecure with this whole Kyla thing, as I’m assuming she was, didn’t she know Kyla had feelings for me? I’m sure the last thing on Kyla’s mind was killing me. I slumped back into the pillow, knowing in my head, that following Ashley, and confronting her about her dream about Kyla, would lead to what triggered it, which was probably the fact that I had sex with her. Avoding that topic, was clearly one of my bigger priorities right now. Ashley was simple in a sense of anger. If she was angry, unlike me, she didn’t want to be chased after and have the problem solved. She wanted time to calm down, cool off, and chill out, then, and only then, would solving the issue be done reasonably.
I was unsure or what to do in her room, she hadn’t left me with much, and I didn’t want to go home, or not yet anyway. I figured a shower would be a good start. Rifling through my girlfriend’s drawers, I spotted a pretty decent pair of shorts, digging for a shirt, I found something that lifted my spirits, I had to smile when I saw it, Ashley’s ‘Beatles’ t-shirt. She wore it on our first date, there was even a trace of the Coke stain on the bottom left corner, I’d apologized at least 30 times when I spilled the Coke on her. But in true Ashley Davies fashion, she played it off, and made me feel like I wasn’t a complete dork for spilling it on her. I decided it was too special to wear just around the house, and settled on a nearby white one.
Now to find underwear, amazing, for someone who rarley wore underwear, Ashley certainly did not lack any variety. I grabbed some that I was sure would fit, as for finding a bra the same size, that was not happening. I emerged from Ashley’s room, into her semi-large bathroom, leave it to Ashley’s to have the bathroom with the huge bath tub, and the mirror cleary designed for vanity. I turned on her shower, stepping through the door, it wasn’t class, but it had that fuzzy glass material, I wasn’t sure what it was called, even though Ashley had told me 50 times. As the water turned hot I slyly stepped in, found the soap, and began washing.


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