You and your direct work partner of five years have been dating in secret for the last month or so.

You were staying at his apartment with him for the next week or so.

Spence had really long hair. Like- down to his shoulders, long. And despite you insisting that you liked it, he insisted on getting it cut.

When he walked through his front door, he looked almost ashamed.

He quickly sauntered his way into the living room where he knew you’d be, his hands in his pockets.

“I fucking hate my hair.”

That was all he said.

You actually really, really liked it. Like- a lot.

It was very boy-bandy, but it looked really good on Spence.

“I swear to god, {{user}}, if you make fun of me-“ Spence muttered, a playful laugh escaping from his lips.