Ashley ran her hands over her front, feeling her curves and flat stomach. She was wearing a tight black skirt that went down to just above the knee, and a loose button up blue shirt. She had strappy heels that added five inches to her five foot three. Her make up was done just right, giving her dark smokey eyes and glossy red lips and her hair was down around her shoulders, draping along her back. It was the day before her eighteenth birthday and she was...terrified. She made sure she didn't look like a whore, most of her actually being covered. She looked at the door to Kegan's apartment, scared to knock. Her nails were painted bright pink and were longish, but rounded at the tip. Instead of knocking, Ashley let out a breath, 'Kegan,' she called out in her mind, knowing he would be listening. He always was. Throughout the years he and she had spoken in their minds. Usually it ended nicely but a few times it ended with a bad fight. This time she hopes it wouldn't be a fight.