The Road to....Somewhere???

That Is Something We Are Definitely Going To Work On

It was brought to my attention just how short, and probably aggravating, the last chapter was, after such a long wait. I am very sorry, but things have been sort of screwed up for the last few weeks. For anyone who is actually reading this story, just hold on with me through this. I, and the story, will get better. Thanks for the reads, and votes. I appreciate you all.

Ashley's p.o.v. 

Finding something to do in this town is like finding a needle in a haystack. With proper planning, a great Saturday could be planned, out of town. Spur of the moment, here, I am at a total loss. Logan doesn't know this, of course. I'm trying to play it cool. 

I'm glad she wanted to get out of the house though. I had mustered all the courage in me over the last night and today to be smooth. It won't be long before the shy Ashley returns, and that just wouldn't do if we were in the confines of my home. 

The offer to take her home, and get her some clothes, was declined, and she opted to borrow something of mine. We were roughly the same size, so it was no big deal. After the closeness we shared last night, borrowing my clothes was totally not to personal. While Logan was getting ready, after digging through my closet for forever, I was down in my office, trying to plan what we would do. This was hard, not only because there is nothing to do here, but also due to the fact that my thoughts on her, the situation, and my own feelings won't let me be.

After Sarah, the thought of ever giving any piece of me to another person in that way, was ludicrous. It had been almost six months since she left, the night I met Logan. Damn, was that only a week ago? It seems so much longer than that. The closeness felt for Logan seems so much stronger in this one week than I can ever remember with Sarah. This makes me question my whole relationship with Sarah. Or maybe I should be questioning the situation with Logan. Being left alone with my thoughts is a bad idea. Thankfully, Logan comes in at this point in my thoughts, before I can take them to a dark place I don't want them to go. 

"You ready?" She asks me. "Hey, are you ok?" There is no telling what kind of look I had on my face right now. I erased my face, and gave her the biggest smile I could, and decided to stop worrying. At least for now.

"Yeah. I'm great. And yes, I am so ready to get out of here." I stood up, and walked to her. Putting my arms around her, I kiss her, and compliment her on how my clothes look on her. It is not really her style, judging by what I have seen her in, but she does look good. Then again, I have really only seen her in what she works in, so I really have no clue. So many things I still don't know about her. 

We head out to the garage, and get in my car. I still don't know what we are going to do, but I've decided to just get in the car and go. Maybe we will just ride around, and I can show her things. This time around, I brought my iPod, thinking we could listen to some of the music I like while we are going. I hook it up to the radio, and hand it to Logan, telling her to she could be in control of the music. 

"Wow. Such an honor." She says, her voice slightly sarcastic. I could tell she was just playing, and not being mean. 

"Be forewarned, there is no telling what you are going to find on there. My music style ranges from, 'yeah, that's good', to 'hmm, really?', to 'I'm blushing', to 'what the fuck is this?'." I felt the need for this to be stated, because I didn't want her to be embarrassed when she sees some of the things I have on there.

"Your warning has been noted. I'm a big girl, though. I think I will be fine."

"Ok. Don't say I didn't give you fair notice."

The song that comes through the speakers is not what I would have expected her to choose. Forget her embarrassment, mine just went through the roof. I feel my face turning a hundred shades of red. I know it from the first notes floating through the car. I don't even know anyone who knows this song other than me.

Strip off the ends of me...where I'm calloused

Come on...Look inside

Reach in....find a piece of me

Hold on...pull till I unwind

Take me....unravel me, make me unravel. 

Turn me...upside down...spread me out 

Till I come

Tilll I come

Till I come

Till I come.....Undone

If you have never heard this song, it is Coming Undone by Jennifer Corday. A very sexually charged song. I can't speak, for fear of what my voice may sound like. I mean, who would have thought that would be what she would decide on. Only someone who knew the song would choose this song. 

"Are you ok?" She has been staring at me, I think she is trying not to laugh.

"Umm...yeah. How did you know that was my favorite song?" Now she does laugh. Only lightly.

"I went to most recently played songs. It was the first one. I have to admit, I have never heard it, but I see why you like it. It is a good song." I see her smiling at me from the corner of my eye. 

"Let me warn you, this is by far not the worst song on there. If any of the others come on, I may not be able to drive." I am still embarrassed, but now it is more because I got so embarrassed in the first place. I have always been embarrassed about sex. The mere mention of it makes me turn red. I mean, I know I'm grown, but it is something that can't be helped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I really didn't know what it was. Don't be to mad at me." She is looking at me through her eyelashes, being all sexy. She is biting her bottom lip, and even if I was mad, there is no way I was staying that way.

"It's ok. I just get embarrassed real easy. You know that. Always have. Guess I always will."

"That is something we are definitely going to work on."