She Penned my Dreams

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Hey, any one who is still reading this story, I'm really sorry about the impossibly slow up-date. I've had so much school work and I've got crew practice twice a day everyday :/ I know, I suck. But for anyone who's still interested, here's the next chapter. If you're still with me, I'd really appreciate a comment or vote :)

Katie

            “Babe, where are the tickets?” I called down the hallway.

            “My messenger bag, front pocket,” came the tired, yawn infused reply, accompanied by the soft pad of Spencer’s bare feet as he made his way to the kitchen. I leaned back against the counter, watching his slender form approach me. Clad only in low hanging pajama pants and running his hand through his bedraggled hair, he looked every bit the man I fell in love with.

            “Morning,” I said, smiling up at me as he stepped forward into my space, wrapping his arms around me. He held me close, nuzzling his face into my hair. He’d done that a lot lately, and I knew it was due to our recent scare and the subsequent confession. He needed to hold me close to remind himself that I wasn’t going anywhere. And I let him, for as long as he wanted, because I had no intentions of ever shaking him off.

            “You sure you want to do this, Kate?” Spencer mumbled into my hair, running his fingers down the grove of my spine.

            “As long as you’re still okay with it,” I said pressing kisses into the skin over his heart.

            “I love you,” was all he said, before kissing me sweetly on the forehead and trudging back to our bedroom to get ready.

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The chime of the bell that sounded as I walked into The BookWorm was just as familiar as Spencer’s hand in mine. We browsed around awhile, killing time before our flight. I found a new poetry book I liked, and went to buy it as Spencer headed off to get us something from the café.

            “Hey, how are you?” said Salma, the longtime owner of The BookWorm. She was older, likely in her late forties or early fifties, and Hispanic, her dark hair showing gray around her face. She was always kind, and had a love of books Spence and I could definitely appreciate. We had a quiet sort of friendship, but I felt as though not only did we know each other, but we trusted each other. We were constants in each other’s lives, and I think she thought of regulars like Spencer and I as part of her family.

            “Perfect,” I answered her, looking back over my shoulder to see Spencer contemplating the café’s menu.

            “I’ll say,” Salma said, with a knowing look. I merely blushed and handed her my book. “You two always look so happy,” she said, ringing up my purchase.                             “We are happy,” I said smiling and handing her my money.                                                      “I swear, I’ve never seen a man change so much and so happily for a woman,” Salma said.