I woke up to Ashley’s naked body layed all the way across me.  The sheets were completely off the bed, and the comforter was on the floor.  I look over at her to see the massive amount of hickies on her chest.  It’s funny when it comes to that.  You can see the barely there markings of the ones from last week, the kind of brigter ones from a few days ago, and the purple ones that happened last night.  Last night was pure sex.  We didn’t make love at all.  I shift on the bed, and she wakes up.

"Hey baby."  She says groaning a little.

"Hey."  I say running my hand down her stomach.

"No."  She says turning over.  "I can’t do that anymore for like a week."

I laughed.  "What do you mean, Ash?"  I ask playing dumb.

"Spence,  I can’t even have an orgasm for like ten years considering how many I had last night.  I felt like a prostitute in Vegas."  She said slowly rolling back over.

"But you liked it."  I say grinning.

"Oh, I loved it."  She said pulling me in for a kiss.

We sat at the table eating breakfast.  She was just smiling at me, and I was smiling at her.

"They called yesterday."  She says slowly.

"Who, baby?"  I asked.

"The people with the greatest hits CD.  I’m doing two originals for it."  She says.

"That’s cool."  I say not knowing what to expect.

"Yeah.  I have to go to New York later today baby.  I won’t be back until Wednesday night."  She says, and I feel my heart hurt a little.

"Why can’t you work in LA?"  I ask.

"My producer is working with Miley Cyrus in New York, and he wants me to come there."  She says.

"Oh, I love Miley.  She’s so cute, and I actually really like her music."  I say seeing what type of reaction I can get out of her.  Ashley does not like it when I talk about other girls even if they are straight, fifteen year olds.

"Yeah."  Is all she replies.

"Well, I’m going to miss you."  I begin.  "You aren’t going out, right?"  I ask.  I’m over what happened before, but it is always in the back of my mind.