I looked up and spotted Spencer leaning on the door frame, his arms folded across his chest and a sly smirk on his lips.
“Nothing,” I lied. Badly.
I swiped away the stray tear as Spencer came towards me.
“Liar.”
“Maybe.”
“No maybe about it.”
“Gonna tell me?”
“Do I have to?”
“Yeah.”
“Fine. I read your messages. I swear, Spence, I never got them. I didn’t know…” I babbled. Every message he’d sent proved time and time again how much he cared. I couldn’t have doubted it even if I wanted to. He’d shown it, over and over. His messages were just another example.
Dropping down on the bed beside me, Spencer smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Zoe. I promise you. It’s okay. You didn’t get my many, many pathetic, whiny, needy, girly messages.”
“They weren’t girly…” I giggled.
The truth was they were a bit, but I loved every single one of them. They made me feel awesome. Loved. Safe.
“So about that pizza?”
“Sounds awesome. Mind if I grab a shower?”
“Go nuts.”
