A few beats of silence grace the room, and I take the moment to recall the night. I feel the smile on my lips then pause when the obvious hits me.
“So, this, well…”
Spencer looks at me, patiently waiting for me to finish the sentence, and he seems entertained. “Go on,” he insists.
I swallow. “Piper will be here soon; I should probably go shower and make breakfast.”
“Why would you need a shower?” he says, playing dumb.
I toss a spare pillow at him. “You know why.”
He blocks the pillow and manages to take hold of my arms to bring me into his embrace as he rests against the headboard. “You’re sore?”
“I don’t know. I'm debating if my center of gravity has changed.”
Spencer chuckles and wraps me tighter. “If it hasn’t then let me know and I’ll fuck you in the pantry later for good measure.”
I slap his arm and then decide to test the boundaries by intertwining our fingers. “So last night,” I return to my earlier attempt to bring some clarity to the situation.
“It is what it is,” he comments with no hint of where his mind is at.
“Right.” That's my cue to slip out of bed and find some clothes.
I begin to do just that, and as my ass is about to slide off the bed, I hear him sigh and grab my arm.
My eyes dart to his hand on my elbow, then my sight pivots up to meet his steely gaze.
“I’m not the guy to be more than this,” he says.
“Just a little hate sex, we’ve been here before,” I brush it off.
His cheeks raise and his mouth quirks. “Last night wasn’t hate sex. If it was then I would have pulled your hair a little more and bit you somewhere visible just to annoy you that you wouldn’t be able to forget me until the mark fades.”
That’s actually quite a turn-on. “Rain check then.”
“To my utter dismay, you’re getting under my skin in a way that I’m not used to.”
Fear that he may have regretted last night fades, and my body softens into his words. “Likewise.”
“Something is shifting.”
“I agree.” I can’t blink, and nerves now hit me, the kind you get when someone catches your eye and takes an interest, except this time it’s a heavier feeling, more intense.
“I have nothing else to offer right now except that you’re staying here in this house, Hadley adores you—”
“Don’t sweat that. If I didn’t have Pickles then I would be completely boring to her.” I do my best to downplay the situation.
He smiles gently at my attempt to reassure him. “Can we just leave it as we had a good night together?”
“Sure.” I avoid his gaze.
“And I’ll confess that there may be a tiny little hope that you sneak your cute ass right back in here tonight.” Ah, there is his cocky look.
That grin of his stretches, and I feel my own subtle hint of a smile returning, especially when I look down to see that he hasn’t let my fingers go.
And for now, that’s good enough.
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