Spencer: We’ll b there.
As soon as I hit send I knew I should have probably run it past Spencer first but even if he wasn’t interested in going, I was. I needed to get out. Feel normal. Be normal. Or at least pretend to be. With renewed energy, I went back into Spencer’s room and walked right into a wet, naked back.
“Shit!” I squealed loudly, tripping over my own feet as I shuffled backwards.
Clutching the towel in one fist, Spencer spun around and faced me directly. “Zoe.” He smirked confidently, but I could see past the cocky arrogance. Worry was written all over his face, only hidden by his mischievous eyes.
I could feel my cheeks burning. “I…I…was just coming in to grab some clothes,” I stuttered, my eyes firmly fixed on the floor.
With a wicked laugh, I looked up and saw Spencer. He wasn’t angry. He was amused. I just wasn’t sure whether it was the situation he found so hilarious or my reaction.
“Going somewhere?” he asked through his laughter.
“Yep. I’m going to a football game. You coming?” I asked, forcing down the embarrassment and stepping towards my bag on the floor in the corner.
“Football game, hey?” Spencer queried, a confused or maybe bemused expression crossing his face.
“Yep football. I was invited.”
“By who?”
“Kane.”
“Of course you were.” He shrugged. “Okay.”
“You’re coming?” I asked again. I didn’t want Spencer to feel pressured to come, but if I was being honest with myself, I didn’t want to go without him. I didn’t think I could.
I watched as he looked at me. I could tell he was sizing me up before he answered. I wanted to be strong enough. If I couldn’t be strong enough, well at least I could hope I could fake it well enough that he wouldn’t see straight through me.
“Is that a date?” he asked cockily, tightening his grip on the towel.
I wish I didn’t look down. I knew I shouldn’t have, yet for some reason my body wasn’t listening to my head. My eyes trailed over his glistening body. The light bounced off the water droplets that covered his wide, tanned chest that was covered with a light matting of blond hair. My fingers itched to reach out and touch him, instead I clenched my fist at my side.
“Spencer,” I groaned, running my hands through my hair. Whether it was his near nakedness or the sinful look dancing in his eyes, something about his near perfection was making my body burn.
“Go have a shower, Zoe. We’ll leave here in half an hour.” He chuckled as he headed towards his dresser.
I grabbed my bag and scurried into the bathroom, banging my elbow on the door frame as I shuffled past. A moment later, with my breath coming in short, sharp, painful gasps, I locked the door and collapsed against it. That man was going to be the death of me.
Pulling back the shower curtain, I started the shower and stepped under the cool spray. I needed it. It felt good. And refreshing. It made me feel like I was alive again. Having a relaxing day, watching movies was great to do occasionally, sometimes you just needed to get out and be a part of life.
Moments later I found myself singing along?badly?to the songs playing in my head. Beyoncé had never sounded worse. And the way my ass bounced while I lathered up would have made the diva herself cringe. I felt good. That was all that mattered.
