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arms over my chest. "I'll be back." I grabbed a beer for Hudson and dropped it off, before running upstairs. 
    Ashton came into my room, startling me at first, without my shirt on. He turned away looking embarrassed. "Sorry, I wanted to make sure you were alright. You took off kind of quick there." 
    I put on a tank top that had a built in bra. I slipped my skirt off and put on pajama pants instead. 
    "You can turn around."  He looked me over for a moment and if I didn’t know he was gay, I'd think he liked what he saw. "I realized downstairs that I didn’t have a bra or underwear on anymore." 
    Ashton blushed, stuttering, "Um, oh…okay." 
    I giggled, "Why Ashton, are you blushing?"
    Instead of answering, he pointed to the door, "We should head downstairs."
    I nodded and followed him down.  Hudson was so enthralled in the game that he never knew I was gone. I stood back as I observed his interactions. They seemed to be getting along better tonight.  Hudson's head turned my way and he waved me over. He patted his leg for me to take a seat. 
    "Who's winning?"
    Cameron spoke up, "Your boy here is tearing us up!" 
    I clapped. "Way to go, baby." He laughed and squeezed my waist. 
    "Can I get another beer, Gracie?" Cameron asked with puppy dog eyes.
    Hudson patted my hip. "Me too, babe?" 
    I bent forward in a bow, "Beer wench, at your service."  Everyone cheered. 
    Ashton was in the kitchen again when I went in.  "Is this your favorite room?" 
    He chuckled, "I don’t play poker.  I had a gambling addiction for a while. It's best I hang out here and keep the beer company."  
    After delivering the beers, I went back to sit with Ashton. 
    "You don’t have to hang with me, Gracie," he said, when I appeared next to him. 
    I grabbed two beers from the cooler. "The beers said they wanted more company than just you. Said you were kind of boring by yourself. I tried to defend you, but they wouldn’t hear it."  I winked, then took his hand in mine and dragged him outside, onto the deck. We had a swing out there that was my favorite thinking spot. "Swing with me for a bit?"
    He motioned for me to sit first.  When he took the seat next to me, I brought my feet up, leaning my back against him. I tilted my head up to him. "Am I invading your personal space too much?" 
    He laughed "No, this is nice." 
    "I get cold easily, so body heat helps. Isn't it pretty tonight? You can see so many stars," I said, gazing above us.
    Ashton and I sat and stared at the stars, not saying a word for a bit. Being with him gave me a great amount of comfort and no anxiety. I lifted the beer bottle to my mouth and took a long swig. "Thanks again, for last night. I had fun, you know, when I wasn’t hurling. I cleaned your jacket too."
    He laughed, "I had fun too.  You can keep the jacket, it looks better on you. You’re in college, right?” he asked. 
    I nodded.
    “What’s your major?”  Before answering, I choked down the last swig of beer that had gotten warm. Warm beer always made me sick.  He laughed at the way my face screwed up in disgust. “Was that a weird question?”
    I snickered. “No , silly. I don’t like warm beer. It tastes like piss.” 
    His eyebrow rose curiously. “Drink piss often, do ya?” 
    Nudging him with my elbow I said, “You know what I mean, smartass.  Anyway, my major is undecided, much like everything in my life at this moment.”  
    He nodded. “That’s not uncommon for someone your age.”
    Now it was my turn to get some clarification. “Someone my age? How old are you, grandpa?” He choked on the mouthful of beer he was currently attempting to swallow. I patted his back, “Need me to grab Cameron for the Heimlich?” 
    He shook his head. “I’m good,” he chuckled between coughs.   I grabbed another beer from a cooler and popped the top. “I’m twenty-six, thanks for making me feel old, though. You really know how to make a man feel good with that mouth.”
    I was mid -drink