“Are you sure your parents won’t mind me staying for dinner?” Ashley asked for the umpteenth time, following Spencer into the house.

“For the seven thousand and thirty sixth time, no they don’t Ashley. They’re not even home. My dad is away on a business trip and my mom’s on the graveyard shift at the hospital, so it’s just me,” Spencer explained.

“No brothers or sisters?”

“Two brothers, actually. They’re both away. Glen’s on a basketball scholarship at Duke and Clay’s studying theoretical physics at MIT. He’s practically a genius.”

“Theoretical physics? Like the geeks on Big Bang Theory?” Ashley said, lighting up. “I love Sheldon!”

Spencer stared at Ashley. “You’re one weird kid, Ashley.”

“It’s a funny show and I’m not ashamed to say that I love it,” Ashley said. “Shall we get to our assignments then?”

“Yes we shall. My room?”

“As long as you promise to keep your hands to yourself this time around,” Ashley smirked.

Spencer groaned. “We made a truce to never mention it ever again!”

“No we didn’t. We made a truce to put it behind us. I don’t remember anything about never mentioning it again,” Ashley laughed, following Spencer into her room.

“Read the fine print, honey. It’s there,” Spencer dropped her book bag on her table. “I’m gonna change. Do you want to maybe slip into something, I don’t know, warmer?” Spencer asked, eyeing Ashley’s short skirt. On second thought, keep the skirt.

“No, I’m good,” Ashley smiled easily, catching Spencer staring at her legs again. She wasn’t interested in Spencer for anything more than a friendship, but it was very flattering knowing that the blonde was into her. Ashley couldn’t help but to egg Spencer on a little, truce be damned.

Spencer nodded distractedly. She pulled her top off without thinking twice, watching for Ashley’s reaction in her peripheral vision. Disappointingly, Ashley was too busy staring at the posters on her wall to notice her little strip show. Spencer scowled. Off with the pants! And Ashley was still not looking at her.

Spencer decided to take matters into her own hands. Wearing only her bra and G-string, Spencer walked over to where Ashley was sitting on the bed. Under the pretense of getting her clothes, Spencer let her almost naked body brush against Ashley’s arm. A satisfied smile grew on her face when she heard Ashley let out a soft gasp.