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entire walk home, Ashley was smiling like a little girl on Christmas

morning, holding Michael’s arm and walking as close to him as she could.

Michael, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Antonio’s advice for

him to be his normal dorky self had worked, but had it worked too well?

Questions began to race through his mind. What if she invited him in?

What if she invited him to bed with her? How would she react when he

told her of his lack of experience? If she did want to sleep with him,

he didn’t dare try to hide the fact that he was a virgin; no way would

that end well. Sighing mentally, he decided he’d just have to play it by

ear and hope for the best.

“I… had such a great time with you,” Michael said as they approached her door.

“Me too,” Ashley agreed. “And… well, it’s still kinda early.”

“Uh… y-yeah?”

Throwing

caution to the wind, Ashley leaned forward and planted a long and

sensuous kiss on Michael’s lips. By the end of it, her tongue had found

his for the first time, to both of their delights.

“Why don’t you come in and stay a while?” she asked as they parted.

“But… wouldn’t Liz mind?”

“Liz

already told me she’ll be gone ‘til tomorrow. We have the place to

ourselves.” Sensing his hesitation, she continued, “Michael, believe me

when I say that I swore at the start of the night this wouldn’t happen.

No matter how well tonight went… I had no intention of inviting you in

after one date. Yet, here we are, and I don’t want the night to end. No

pressure, no expectations, I just… I want to spend more time with you. I

mean, it is Valentine’s Day, after all, and I do consider you my Valentine.”

“Now who’s the cheesy one?” Michael laughed. “I’d love to spend more time with you tonight, but only if you’re sure.”

Another peck on the lips, and Ashley said, “Positive.”

Taking

Michael’s hand, Ashley practically dragged him into the apartment and

locked the deadbolt behind her. She then took Michael’s suit jacket from

him, hanging it on the back of a chair at the breakfast nook. Before

long, she had kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the sofa.