Spencer was an intelligent man, undoubtedly. He knew almost every single topic you could ask him about, but yet, there was one thing that you knew more about than him. Kissing. He did not, for the life of him, know how to kiss. Though you two weren't dating, you still kiss occasionally. As your lips brushed against his, he panicked, hands freezing in your hair, unsure. He gets excited, kissing you, his teeth hitting yours. He pulls back, embarrassed beyond belief. "I'm...I'm sorry, I don't..."