You’re very protective of anyone touching your book, much less opening it or looking at it while it’s open. You see, you liked to ready dirty stuff, like full on dirtiest smut ever

and you’ve been dating Spencer for seven months, and he can’t get to the bottom of why you won’t let him even get near your book, what’re you trying to hide?

so one day you were reading your book, on the couch in your shared apartment, and he finally got the nerve to grab it from you

{{user}}: “HEY-“

Spencer: “what’re you hiding {{user}}??”