𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙑𝙄𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙔 never feels safe.
𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙍 𝙍𝙀𝙄𝘿 is beyond fixing.
They hate each other.
But what they didn't know
was that all along, the one
thing they both needed was
the other.
❝ the moment I laid my e...
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SYLVIA CONNELLY.
I WOKE UP PRACTICALLY sprawled on top of Spencer. We were still on the couch, except somehow during my nap I rolled on top of him—I don't think he minded though, because he was still scratching my head and running his hand up and down my back. I smiled with delight at the feeling—I hadn't been touched like this in a long time. I was deprived of all that mushy-gushy stuff that Spencer liked to do with me.
I slowly lifted my head, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man without him knowing. My lips curved into bigger smile when I saw him laying there. Spencer was ethereal. Like an angel sent from heaven—no, scratch that, he looked like a god. His hair was messy but in the best way ever, face a bit flushed and eyes bright and golden. Spencer was just...so pretty.
When his eyes went down to mine, I shyly looked away, not exactly sure why I felt so embarrassed for getting caught staring. Spencer let out a low chuckle, flicking my forehead with his pointer finger.
"I wasn't staring." I said, my face growing hot.
"Yes you were." He teased, gazing down at my face with a smile.
"Because you're handsome." I shot back, rolling my eyes. I put my arm around his torso, nuzzling even closer "You smell like sweat." I grumbled against his shirt, sighing with a smile.
"Because you've been on top of me for the past hour and it's hot," Spencer complained, running a hand through his hair.
"I know I'm hot, you don't have to tell me."
"Shut up." Spencer sassed. "You're not gonna get off, are you?"
"No." I laughed, "even if you smell like man."
"That is the worst thing you can say to me."
"Why? Want me to tell you that you smell like fresh roses and cookies?" I asked him.
"As long as those are more hygienic."
"Well you don't, you sweaty monster."
"I am not." Spencer said with offense, "I don't know why I like you. You're so mean to me." He whined, cradling my head and pressing kisses onto the top of my head.
"I don't know why I like you either, you stinky specimen."
"You should at least shower with me if you're gonna call me names." Spencer deadpanned, wearing a smirk.
My eyes widened, heat rushing up to my face. "A-are you serious?" I asked him, slightly hopeful.
"I don't know..." Spencer cooed, peering down at my face with a smug expression. "Am I?"
"You're a dick." I mumbled, hiding my face in his chest. I groaned when I felt him grab handfuls of my hair, pulling me back to his level.
