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    The Ranch – (Chapter: 8 Talking And Maybe A Little Kissing)

     

    Spencer’s POV

     

     

    "I better get going then. Thanks for helping me look for" She looked around my room for something before saying "my shirt." Ashley ran out of the room before I could say anything. After she left, I turned to look at our intruder.

    "Asshole" I threw a stuffed horse at his head.

    "What? Mom was going to come up here looking for her, and I told her I would. You’re just lucky it was me." He threw the stuffed horse back at me. That horse is sure racking up a lot frequent flyer miles. "Besides you two even looked guilty when I opened that door red faced and all." He smirked at me and left me staring at an empty doorway. Shit! I should have told her Glen knew about us.

     

     

     

    Ashley’s POV

     

    Mental note, lock the door next time. Her brother almost caught us after I promised her that no one would find out. I hope she doesn’t panic and decide not to be with me now. Gah! Entering bible study, I’m met with scary blue eyes that are so unlike Spencer’s.

    "Ashley your late! Stay after class." I nod because there is nothing else I can do. "Take you seat so we can continue on please."

    Great! The next hour I get to listen to that woman, preach at me. Bible Study is just the best. Sighing, I focus my attention on what Mrs. C is saying "For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.-Timothy 1.7" The evil one scans the room. "Can anyone tell me what that means?" It probably has something to do with not having sex before marriage. Who knows? Forget this! I turn my head and stare out the window thinking of Spence. I wonder what she is doing right now?

     

     

    Spencer’s POV

     

     

    Is it to soon to ask her if she wants to sleep in the same bed as me? I mean it is just sleep nothing else. I bet she likes to cuddle. What if she doesn’t want to? What if? What if? Okay too many ‘what if’s’ time to think about something else. Anything else. It’s only 8:20pm that means I have at least forty minutes before she comes back.

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    1. way to drop the bomb. question: why doesnt anyone write a story where the parents ask the kids if they’re gay?just wondering. loving the story BTW.PMSP

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