“Great,” Ashley says. Probably disappointed she won’t get to see the end of her stupid show. I could tell her how it ends right now: nothing happens, the old white guys go home.

“I think there’s a flashlight in the kitchen,” I say, getting off the couch and feeling around to find Ashley’s hand. I accidently grab her chest instead. “Oops,” I blush, but thankfully she can’t see it. She just laughs and takes my hand now that she knows where it is.

We start inching our way towards the kitchen and, not two seconds into the journey, Ashley hits her foot on the leg of the coffee table. “Son of a bitch!” she says, letting go of my hand to nurse her foot. “Mother fuckin table I can’t believe I just smashed my fuckin foot on that god damn table! I’m gonna kill it,” she mutters, rubbing her sore foot.

“Ashley, you’re fine, and my parents would be really upset if you killed their coffee table. Now come on, we need to get a flashlight.” My eyes are adjusting to the darkness and I can see Ashley’s outline as her head moves from looking at her foot to looking at me.

“Can’t we just…stay in the dark?” she says in a husky voice.

“Ashleyyyy,” I whine at her for tempting me when I’m on a mission for a flashlight. I really don’t like this complete blackness that’s surrounding me.

“Okay, okay.”

We continue on our way to the kitchen, holding hands; my free arm is stretched out in front of me so I don’t run into a wall and Ashley’s is waving around at her knees in fear of hitting another table, although there isn’t one. We reach the kitchen and I continue feeling around the counter until I think I’ve found the drawer where the flashlight would be. I open it and I see the outline of a flashlight, which I take out and switch on. The bulb has a barely-there glow and then it dies out. Fantastic. I don’t have any idea where another flashlight would be.

“Fuck it,” I whisper and turn around to face Ashley. The darkness hides the lust in my expression but she still knows what I want. She kisses me desperately as she lifts me up and sits me on the counter top. I wrap my legs tightly around her and use them to pull her as close to me as I can. My hands are tangled in her hair as I return her passion in our kiss. Our tongues battle for dominance and neither of us lets the other win, making both of us grin into the kiss. She then lifts me off of the counter as she carries me out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.