Spencer set down the takeout bag before plopping down beside me, stretching out her legs. “Can think of a few other ways to make you sore, Bunny.”
“Shut up,” I shoved her shoulder, sending her sprawling back against the pavement.
“Man down!” She cried out, clutching her chest in mock pain as she rolled closer to me. “Someone, call a medic!”
“Shhhh!” I laughed, trying to cover her mouth with my hand. “Someone’s going to hear that and think you’re serious.”
She grinned up at me, the stars reflecting in her deep earthy eyes. “No one’s gonna hear shit. We’re the only ones here.”
I held her gaze for a moment too long, unable to help the smirk on my face from mirroring hers. She was stunning on her back, the hair pushed back from her face and the long lines of her neck and jawline on full display. But it was the curve of her lips that made my stomach sink.
Shaking my head, I turned my attention to the takeout bag. “Come on. The food’s not getting any warmer.”
As I sorted out the containers of sesame noodles and beef and broccoli, Spencer sat up in a single, smooth motion, her arm pressing against mine when she reached for the bag. “Did they send us any fortune cookies? That’s the best part.”
I raised a brow, unsheathing my chopsticks. “Aren’t you supposed to save the best part for last?”
“I’m a bit indulgent, if you hadn’t noticed.” Grabbing my chopsticks and sticking them into my carton of noodles, Spencer placed a fortune cookie into my hands instead. “No point in waiting to take what you want.”
I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. “You’re goofy, you know that?”
“I prefer the word fun. Now get cracking!” Spence ripped the plastic baggie open with her teeth before cracking the cookie pieces over a container of wonton soup.
While she butchered her cookie, I set my food container down, peeling the wrapper and cracking the cookie cleanly in half.
“Welllll?” Spencer waggled her brows. “What does yours say?”
“‘The architect of your destiny is yourself.’ Jeez, no pressure.” I laughed.
“That’s kind of nice.Mine just has a Coldplay lyric.” Spencer smiled, sticking the fortune into her pocket and digging into her soup.
As I took the first bite of my noodles, I honestly couldn’t think of a better way to spend the night. The stuff with Violence had been a shock at first, but the longer I spent with my captors, the clearer it was to me that Spencer was a sweetie down to her core.
Not just sweet.Good.Better than I could have imagined — than any of us probably deserved.
And that realization was a shock to my system.
“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked, catching my distant gaze.
“Nothing,” I cleared my throat, trying to shake the furrow from my brow.
“Kiera…” Spencer raised an eyebrow. “Spill. Is it Violence? Your extended stay?”
“That’s an interesting way to say ‘captivity,’” I teased before stabbing my chopsticks back into my noodles. “I mean, I’m sure that stuff isn’t helping, but…”
“Did I say something wrong?” Spencer’s smile quickly shifted to a concerned frown.
“God, no.” I laughed, “If anything, it’s the opposite.”
Spencer’s brow scrunched as she set her food down. “Okay, I’m going to need you to be straight with me.”
“First time you said that,” I smirked.
“Kieraaaaa,” they whined, snatching my noodles from my hands.
“Hey!” I shouted, trying to grab them back, but they held the container just out of my reach.
“No! You get these back when you start talking.”
