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Willow was chewing on her lower lip as she listened to Samantha. She had not expected the girl to be so reasonable about everything. Willow wasn't sure she was ready for the logic that her friend was providing. Of course, she shouldn't really have anticipated anything else. Above all else she may be, Samantha was still a daughter of Athena. Reason would always win out in the end. "I'm not very good at telling when people are lying to me." Willow admitted. Her naivete was something that had gotten her taken advantage of more than once in the past. It was, likely, no small part of why she hadn't yet allowed herself to fall in love with anyone. "Trusting someone who is known for loving and leaving people seems far riskier than trusting someone who hasn't." Willow kicked her toe against the ground softly. She wasn't incredibly brave like the other heroes. She wasn't bult for taking risks. Willow was an artist and maybe a healer. She could shoot a bow, but preferred to avoid a fight altogether if she could. Love might not have the same kind of casualties and pain that combat did, but in some ways that made it worse. There was no healing a broken heart. Not the way you healed a wound, anyway. She couldn't use first aid and nectar to cure it if she got hurt. "I believe people change. And... if I were in your shoes I'd probably be telling myself the same things." Willow nodded in agreement and understanding. "And if I truly believe that people are capable of change, I can't just say that I believe it, I have to give them the opportunity to prove that they have. And that means taking risks." Willow conceded. It wasn't enough to say that you believed people could change. If you truly believed that to be true, then it was necessary to back that up with action. It was all well and good to say that, but practicing what one preached was a necessary virtue. "So... I guess I can start with talking to him." Willow sighed. "Being mature and grown up about things is hard. I don't like it." A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. Sometime down the road, Willow would have to ask Samantha when her perspective on things had changed. But for the moment she was too wrapped up in her own anxiety.

Ash smirked as Theo grabbed her hand and led her into the house. She could feel her heart pounding in anticipation of the events about to unfold. Unwilling to admit to herself that this was an ill-advised plan, she took the pounding and adrenaline as confirmation that she was doing what was best for her. She had always sought the next thrill, why should now be any different? Before she knew it, her back was pressed against the wall. His lips had met hers with a hunger that she was all to happy to feed. She kissed him back with the same fierce passion that he had kissed her with, and Ash let herself drown in it. Giving in to the cravings of her body, she felt her skin come alive with every touch of his hands against her skin. All too willingly she let him remove her shirt and bra, baring her chest to him, with no second thought or hesitation. She almost whimpered as the kiss broke off...but then he spoke. Don't say things like that... She thought to herself, her cheeks flushing. Aislynn hoped he hadn't noticed, or that he took the pink tone in her cheeks to simply be the heat built up in that moment. If you say things like that, you'll only make me want something I can't have... Ash was a firm believer that nobody would ever really love her. After all, her own mother couldn't have been bothered to, so why would a boy be any different? Not one person had shown the care for her that Theo had shown her today. And despite her efforts to keep him out, he had managed to sneak his way past her barriers. Ash was past the point of no return, however. She no longer cared if this was the right decision. Here was a boy, who saw her, recognized how broken she was, and still found her beautiful. Maybe he had known what he was doing, calculated it. Maybe he was being genuine and honest. She didn't know, couldn't know. But for once in her life, she wanted to believe in something. So for now, she let her guard slip away. His next kiss held a different type of passion. It was far more intimate than the kiss before. She met his lips with hers, and as his hand slid lower she could feel her skin come alive. She placed her hands firmly on his hips, pulling him against her as tightly as she could from her position. She suckled softly on his lower lip, and slid one hand to start pulling off his shirt. Ash longed to feel his skin against hers. She was simultaneously desperate for him to take things faster, and to let this play out for as long as he could make it last. In that moment his bedroom had become her entire world, and for so long as he could make her feel this way, it would remain so. Aislynn resumed the kiss once his shirt was off, and let out a soft sigh of bliss.