September 2, 2009 9:30 pm PST

I keep flashing back to Ashley’s face after my ‘love story’ comment that I made to her and I guess to Professor Atkins too, even though I kind of forgot she was there. IT was the cutest thing ever. She let out a light sigh as her gorgeous face took on a dreamy look; her deep brown eyes full of love. It made me break out into a complete smile every time I thought about it, like I had a hanger in my mouth.

Professor Atkins, incidentally, gave Ashley and myself another love story, this time playing Lancelot and Qwenevere. If you don’t know the story quick recap. Qwenevere was married to King Arthur, as in the guy who invented the round table and pulled the sword from the stone. Lancelot was his knight and fell madly in love with Qwenevere. They had an affair in secret until Arthur discovered them and sentenced Qwenevere to death by means of burning her at the stake. But before this could happen, Lancelot saved his love.

After class on Tuesday we couldn’t really get together because I had a meeting with my advisor, so we said goodbye, like a billion times hugging close each time we said it, and promised to meet again the next day after Ash was done class. Unfortunately Veronica was sick so we couldn’t meet in my room and Aiden and Kyla where making out in her room. And for some reason Ashley grudgingly admitting that she couldn’t kick them out because she owed Aiden one…whatever that’s about…but she mumbled something about ‘Aiden time.’ So we went to the library and practiced in one of the rooms there.

I sat and watched as she ran her lines with my elbow propped up on the table and my hand against my face. God she’s beautiful, achingly sexy, and breathtakingly gorgeous! As I watch her move about, practicing the scene where Gwenevere declares her love to Lancelot, I can’t help but pretend she’s declaring her love to me.

Ashley: “How’d that sound?” She said something…what’d she say. God look at her lips, I want to kiss her again. Now she’s licking her lips and the already present flood grows between my legs. “Spence?”