“I like you Spence.” And with that I pull her to me and kiss her with all the feelings I’ve been bottling up for the past six months. She kisses back and I wrap my arms around her neck as she pulls at my hips slightly bringing me into her lap. I slide my tongue along her bottom lip begging to taste more of her and she opens her mouth almost immediately. Our tongues battle it out for dominance with me winning, although I happen to now be under her. We pull away briefly panting for breath and she attacks my neck, sucking and biting in all the right places. I’m in pure ecstasy and wondering how I dealt with being with all those boys in the past. I arch my back and moan out loudly when out of nowhere she bites down on the crook of my neck causing a devilishly pleasurable pain to erupt from every pore of my body. And suddenly we aren’t close enough I need more of her than I’ve needed from anyone before. My hand slides down her side and hitches in the waistband of her pajama pants, before sneaking sideways to her mid-stomach. I feel her shiver and begin to slip my hand down further until it breaks from that limbo of in and out. My hand rubs downward until it is against her wet, hot center. I can feel the liquid heat through her boy shorts and it drives me crazy. She growls and bites me again when I run a digit over the wet cotton and I know I need to be in her, I need to make that connection now. I look up into her eyes clouded over with lust and as I start to slip my fingers inside the undergarment a light seems to flash in them. Spencer jumps up with little grace, her breathing is wild and her pants make a snapping noise as my hand is ripped from them. I’m totally freaked and worried at the same time.

“Spence, did I-“ but she cuts me off.

“No, I mean yes, no. I shouldn’t, we can’t. It’s-“ she doesn’t even finish before running out of the room, our room, our moment. The last notification Spencer was even here is the sound of the front door slamming before a silence so heavy, so eerie settles in the loft leaving nothing but my ragged breathing and pounding heart for comfort as I slip into despair.