Seconds later, Ashley jumped off the couched, smiled at Nick and left, quickly heading for her room. The gentle warmth that had enveloped her during their brief talk was already dissipating, and her mind was already processing that final chilling detail she had caught on back there, that impression she had had while looking into Nick's eyes: what she had seen was rejection, implicit and maybe unknown to Nick himself, but rejection still. Somehow, Ashley was sure that, despite his offer to do whatever she'd ask him to do for her, if she had gone ahead and asked him to fuck her ass like she wanted to, he would have...