“Are you okay? Is this too much?”

I can’t help but love how she’s so cautious. I can smell the lust around the room and see it in her eyes. “I’m perfect; it’s not too much at all.” I say to reassure her. “We can move this to the bedroom; it might be more comfortable than this couch.”

“Why not stay right here?” She asks.

“Why not go to the bed?” I shoot back at her.

“Because we’re already right here, if we move to the bed then we might ruin the mood.”

I can’t help but think how crazy that sounds. “I don’t think walking to your bed that’s 20 feet away is going to ‘ruin the mood’.” I say as I try to sit up but Ashley pins me down and tries to kiss me again but I turn my head so she only gets my cheek. “Why are you acting so weird? What’s wrong with your bed?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it, I just don’t know why you want to go to my bed.”

“Well I just don’t know why you don’t.” I say growing more suspicious. I see a look in her eyes and a light bulb goes off in my head as my eyes narrow and I move my head to be looking straight at her. “Ashley, is there someone in your room?” I say in a cold voice.

“Pssh. No, of course not.” She honestly couldn’t have said that in a better way to answer my question. My eyes grow narrower and I fight my way off the couch. I stand in front of her and her face says it all. I walk towards her bedroom door, that’s closed, and don’t lose eye contact with Ashley for a second.

“Ashley, tell me if someone is in your room.” I say, trying to have her redeem herself before I find out for myself.

“No, Spencer,” She denies again. “There’s no one in my room. Now come back over here with me.” She says this more as an act of desperation than anything else.

“You told me I could trust you, so this is a test of trust.” I say as I reach the doorknob and rest my hand on it. “Let’s see if I can trust you.” I feel like I’m on a game show finding out what’s behind door number one.