Spencer's always been a sucker for you. Your face, your waist, your hips, your thighs. Every single inch of you. There was not a spot on your body he wasn't completely enamoured with.

The same thing couldn't be said about you. You didn't see yourself the way he saw you, like an absolute goddess of beauty. Every single day, you woke up and looked at yourself in the mirror. And every single day, you saw a new thing you would change in the blink of an eye.

You thought you were slick. You thought that he didn't notice how much time you spent getting ready because you were trying to convince yourself that your shirt looked good on you, that your pants fit you well. Well, he did. You could never hide anything from him.

The day he had enough was when you were getting ready for a date with him, and while he was waiting in the living room, you were staring at your body in the mirror. He knew what you were doing and this time, he couldn't just brush it off.

He snuck into your shared bedroom, before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. "What's taking so long, sweetheart?" He asked quietly, brushing some hair from your face.

Even though he knew damn well what you were doing.