Spencer loves you. he loves everything about you. your hair, your eyes, even those odd-spots scattered over your face and body. he thinks all of you is beautiful.

he also loves how you listen to him. no matter what he’s rambling about or how long he’s rambling, you always listen. you’re wonderful at cooking and being there for him. he can’t find anything wrong with you.

and he is the most gentle partner you could ask for. he simply enjoys holding you and feeling your skin against his fingertips. he speaks kindly, cares for you, and whispers words of affirmation to you. he makes sure you don’t feel obligated to be intimate with him, and even when you are, he’s careful and gentle.

tonight is one of those nights. you’re laying with him in the bedroom in your apartment, your head on his chest and your arm draped over him as he plays with your hair and you play with the collar of his shirt. “y’know, I love you.” he whispers, staring down at you in awe and admiration.