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    Sliding Doors – (Chapter: Chapter 11 Smoke Em if you Got Em)

    Ashley: “Dude, I’m not staying up here, it’s too crowed!”

    Aiden: “Fine, I’m staying right here then!” I roll my eyes at him and jostle my way to the back. As I pass Aiden’s scary chick she shoots daggers at me and knock into my shoulder which knocks me into the wall and into someone.

    Ashley: “Oh, sorry.” I turn to the person standing next to me, the one I just knocked into, and my heart stops…it’s her!

    Spencer: “Oh, uh, no it’s okay.” She looks just as panicky as I do and I see that Veronica give me a big smile and as she says hello.

    We kind of both stand there awkwardly not looking at each other but up at the front where the R.As are going on about something that I can’t even pretend to concentrate on. My heart is racing and I feel tingly all over. I glance over at her and her eyes meet mine and we both give one another crooked shy smiles before we both snap our heads back to the front. I “accidently” brush my arm against hers and I am not prepared for the repercussions: it feels like a fire has entered my arm and radiates through my entire body! We both let out shaky sighs. Our eyes meet again and she is blushing. Wow, I knew last night wasn’t a dream. I feel like I’m floating. And then she moves her mouth to my ear. I’m so going to faint again.

    Spencer: “So, hey, um sorry about last night. I was really wasted.” She whispers. I let out a long breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding in.

    Ashley: “No, it’s okay.” It’s all I can get out. I want to say something flirty or cool but I feel paralyzed as my eyes travel from her cute sandal clad feet, up her long tanned legs, passed her skirt that is hiding the target of my yearning, up her toned stomach that is unfairly covered by a gray tank top, stopping on her perfect tits, okay moving on to her long exposed next, and finally to that extraordinary face. She wets her lips and my gaze watches. I know she is watching me, so I force myself to look into her eyes. Her eyes, I’m almost mad at myself for not looking at them sooner.

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    1. ahhhh so freaking close!! well at least ash got some madame juliet schooling about what to do. now let’s hope she follows it and it leads somewhere! great update, pms!

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