Leaving him lying on the floor, I take off after Spencer and when I don’t see him, I turn towards Jules. She has a worried look on her face and is grabbing her jacket.
“Where’s Spencer?”
“I don’t know, he just ran out the door. I asked him where he was going and he didn’t answer, just kept running.”
“Shit… He ran into Blake by the bathrooms. It wasn’t good. Our boy kneed him in the balls though,” I say with a smirk, “and I may have broken his nose. Verdict still out.”
“That a boy, Spencer! It’s why I have been trying to get him to take self-defense classes.”
“I’ll go check on him. You stay. Enjoy.”
“Okay, fine. But tell Spencer to call me,” Jules says with worry etched on her face.
“I will.”
Grabbing my black leather jacket, I nod to the rest of the group and walk out the door. The night air is chilly and I can see my breath as I jog down the back alley and over a block to our building.
I can’t imagine what Spencer must be feeling. Does that happen a lot?
He looked so good tonight, and the confidence in which he held himself was sexy as hell. Let’s not forget the sight of him kneeing Blake in the balls.
Learning about Spencer has held the best kind of surprises at every turn. When Blake said that Spencer was a virgin, it was another surprise, but it also pisses me off that someone like this Blake dude made him feel less for it.
When I reach Spencer’s door, it’s slightly ajar. I can hear Gallifrey meowing, but it’s the sound of someone quietly crying that pulls me in.
“Spencer?” I say as I knock and slowly open the door.
He is sitting at his vanity wiping the makeup off his tear soaked face.
“Hi, sorry… I, umm, just needed to get out of there,” he says, still not turning to glance at me.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I close the door and move closer to him.
“Oh, yeah.” He waves his hand like it’s no big deal. “I’m fine.”
I don’t believe that for one second. The sadness in his eyes and the small quiver in his voice gives it away.
I kneel next to him and gently guide his face to look at me.
“I don’t think that’s true,” I say, as a tear slides down his face and my heart breaks for him. When I can’t bear to see the pain any more, I lean in and kiss each of his tear soaked eyes, then cheeks. I hover over his lips and breathe, hoping I’m reading this right, before I capture his lips in mine.
CHAPTER11
Spencer
Finn is kissing me!My makeup is smeared, nose snotty, and he is still kissing me. I can’t believe he is here. He didn’t laugh and turn away; no, he stayed. I know Finn is a better man than Blake, but I still didn’t want him to see me crumble at the words of a worthless man. I couldn’t look at him, but when he kneeled next to me, I couldn’t breathe.
When he turned my chin towards him, I didn’t know what I was going to see. Laughter? Pity? What I saw was the same heat and intensity from earlier, and I finally exhaled a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
I may read the big sweeping romance novels, but I’m realistic. Never did I imagine that in the throes of self doubt, a man would kiss away my tears.Those tender movements of his lips across my face were nothing compared to the fire behind it.
Now as I sit here and his tongue runs along the seam of my mouth, I open for him. As he licks and sucks my lip into his mouth, I feel the heat spread through me. Finn cups the back of my head, deepening the kiss by guiding our movements. His tongue sliding against mine in a delicate dance. It’s like he is trying to kiss away my pain and it makes my body short circuit. I can’t move, forgetting how to work my limbs, so I just let him devour me until we both come up panting.
“Why did you run?” Finn asks, resting his forehead against mine.
“I was mortified.” My heart pounds in my chest as I close my eyes. “I’m sorry, please don’t think I’m a tease,” comes out in a raspy whisper, as another tear I thought was long gone slides down my cheek.
“Look at me, Spencer.”
