This was it. It was finally the day were you could start your weekend long conjugal visit with Spencer in prison. He’s been in there for a few weeks now, and despite all the phone calls and regular visits, you missed him. You haven’t got to touch his skin or feel his warmth for so long, you were beginning to forget what physical love felt like. But all of that would be in the past, because you were already on your way to the prison as soon as you could.

You go through the usual procedure whenever you visit; pat downs, reciting the rules, paperwork, etc. Your veins felt on fire from excitement, an uncontrollable feeling that he gave you without even being there. Two officers lead you through the building and to a closed door, opening it up to a room with a bed, window, minimal decorations, and Spencer sitting there anxiously waiting for you.

His head shot up like an instinctual reaction as soon as the doorknob twisted. He stood, glancing behind you at the officers that gave him a glaring look. He smiles and looks back at you, his eyes sparking for the first time in a long time.

“Hi,” his voice was weak and soft, almost inaudible, and he kept taking slow and hesitant steps closer as if he was unsure of how to approach you.