“I guess so.” She grinned back at me.

I sat up after a few minutes and grabbed her hand. “Come on, it’s getting late.”

We walked hand-in-hand to my car and I opened the passenger door for her. “My lady.” I bowed dramatically. She just smacked my head lightly and plopped into her seat. And was that.. blush, I saw on her cheeks? I smirked to myself and got into my own seat, starting up my car.

“Let’s play truth or dare.” There was a slight slur in her words as she suggested it. I knew I shouldn’t have pulled out my mom’s beer.

“Okay, sure.” Oh boy. I wonder what I just got myself into. “Truth or dare?”

“No no no. Me first.” She insisted, an adorable look of over-played determination on her face. “Truth or dare?”

“Ummm.. dare.”

“I dare you to.. smack your ass.” She giggled.

“Wow. You’re great at this game.” I laughed.

“Shut up. Do it.”

I sighed and got up, lightly smacking my back-side. She nearly died laughing and I looked at her skeptically. She was tipsy. Most definitely tipsy.

“Truth or dare, Carlin.”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever.. fantasized about anyone?”

“Most definitely.” She said, an unnerving smirk planted on her face. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.”

“Have you ever fantasized about.. me?” her smirk grew even larger, and more sinister.

“Mmm, oh yeah.” I said, winking. She giggled and blushed slightly. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to have a tickle fight with me.”

“What the fuck kind of dare is that?”

“What the fuck kind of dare is smacking your ass?”

“Touché.” She remarked. She jumped up on my bed, crouching down. “You’re on, Davies.”

“Prepare to be dominated.” I jumped up as well, pouncing on her, and bringing her right back down on my pillows. I attacked her sides, grinning as I felt her squirm beneath me.

“Oh hell no.” she said, before flipping us over and tickling me back. I gasped as she poked at my sides relentlessly. I somehow managed to flip us over again, and off of my bed. We ended up on my floor, my faces inches from hers as we landed somewhat ungracefully. All humor flew out the window the second we made eye contact. I stared into her ocean blue eyes, and she stared in my hazel ones.

My heart beat erratically.

We were so close.

I could kiss her.. right now..

I continued staring at her, waiting to see if she would move out from underneath me or not.

Her grip on my hips tightened slightly, and my eyes wandered over her flushed face to her lips.

I looked back to her eyes and my heart rate reached an impossible speed as I realized she was leaning towards me.

We were just centimeters apart now..

I tilted my head forward, slowly closing the gap between us.

Our lips finally brushed softly, and my eyes fluttered shut. We shared gentle pecks, until I deepened the kiss, longing for more contact, and she complied, parting her lips slightly and allowing my tongue entrance.

Her hands tangled in my hair and she pulled me close. I reveled in her, running my hand along her smooth thigh.

She pulled away suddenly and her eyes were wide. My heart dropped as I saw the look on her face.

“I-I can’t.. I’m so sorry.. but I just can’t..” she muttered, sliding out from under me and quickly gathering her things.

“What? But.. i.. you.. you kissed me..” I muttered, feeling utterly dejected. She said nothing, pulling on her jeans and a sweat shirt over her pajamas. “Are you going to say anything..” she remained silent, making sure she had all her things. I was getting frustrated. “Spencer! Don’t.. you can’t just do that! You kissed me!” I swear I saw a tear roll down her face as she walked to my door. “Oh no you don’t!” I ran to her and spun her around, looking in her eyes for some hint that showed she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. "Spence-"

“Ashley.. please.. I.. I’m sorry.. I just can’t!” she was crying now. “I’m sorry..” she whispered, not meeting my gaze. “I have to go.” She said it so quietly, I might have imagined it.

I calmly let go of her arm, dropping my hands to my sides, and watched silently as she walked out of my door.