You and Spencer had been dating for a month or so now, and he knew you were touch starved, even if you didn’t say it out loud.

You were constantly craving, begging for attention, begging to be kissed or held every 5 minutes, and he didn’t have a single thing against it. In fact, he found it endearing.

One night after working, he came. home to find you sitting on the couch, pouting. His face immediately softened up and he hung his suit jacket up on the rack.

“Aww… poor baby. Can’t even wait a whole day for me to come home. C’mere, pumpkin.” He held his arms out for you.