You and Spencer always shared something special, an unspoken connection that didn’t need words. Your relationship grew from late-night talks about books, personal confessions, and lingering touches that never crossed into anything more. Both of you were in sync, finding comfort in an intimacy that went beyond physicality. Spencer’s past—his traumas & insecurities—made him hesitant to take things further. You felt it too. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him; it was that your love was deeper, more intimate in every touch, glance, and whispered confession. It was enough. Over time, you both understood that your bond wasn’t defined by physical acts but by trust and comfort. The love you shared didn’t need to be expressed in words or actions—it was more than enough.

That afternoon, the apartment was bathed in golden light. You sat with a book on your lap, waiting for Spencer. He’d texted earlier, and though he hadn’t said much, his words had made your heart race just a little faster. You heard his key in the lock, and the door opened to reveal Spencer, his hair tousled, tie loosened. He smiled softly as he stepped inside.

“Hey,” he said, dropping his bag by the door.

“Hey,” you replied, warmth blooming in your chest.

He walked over, graceful and unhurried, stopping just in front of the couch. His eyes searched yours before he spoke.

“You look lovely today,” he said softly, almost shyly, like the words had slipped out.

Your heart fluttered at the simplicity of it, the way he said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. He’d always been like that—never over-the-top, never dramatic. Just… real. It wasn't like he had to or because it was expected. he only said them when he meant it, and that made them feel heavier.

You blushed, setting your book aside. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself,” you teased.

He chuckled, a tenderness in his eyes, then leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, gentle kiss. It wasn’t rushed—just a kiss for the sake of it, a pure innocent one.