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    Thicker Than Blood – (Chapter: ch 6)

    Have you ever felt out place, like no matter what you dress in or how much you wash you‘ll never look pretty enough or be clean enough so why bother to try and fit in to a place so out of your league. That’s how Spencer felt being led into this charming home where lords or mistress lived and breathed while she was barely a blimp on some ranch. But for some reason with Ashley holding her hand it was okay, she belonged because with just a slight touch from the brunette Spencer was lost.

     

    Heart…if she had control it would be beating normally inside her chest instead of trying to leap from her throat and whisper how soft Ashley’s felt.

     

    Breathing…was necessary and she knew this but her lungs seemed not to as they’d stop and start making her lightheaded.

     

    Thought…you’d have to have a working brain for this and like anyone who every sat or stood in the presence of such an angel knows working brains are so not needed.

     

    Ashley turned her head back as she lead Spencer upstairs, past the lounge and dinning room where the blonde heard clinking glass and hushed voices. This should have been a warning, a trigger telling that this wasn’t a good idea but alas the whole working brain thing comes into order. Auburn hair bouncing with each step, hanging over milky white skin that looked good enough to sink her teeth into, small smile with crinkling nose made her forget where she was.

     

    Opening a door down the long corridor produced a room, subtle candlelight flickering on the dresser, nightstand and windowsill. A bed, four poster bed with red satin sheets, pushed back against the wall giving ample walking room in front of it. A lamp with a golden shade hung over it sat unlit beside the bed on the side table, while pictures of landscapes hung on the walls. A fireplace in the back roaring to life, the only sound in the entire room crackling and hissing as flames licked away at dry bark and paper.

     

    A table set for two, elegant china situated for a dinner, plate, glass, forks, knifes and spoons covering a white broidered table cloth, “Shall we?” Ashley asked motioning to the chairs.

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