Spencer’s eyes flickered over you, calculating and sharp, as you closed the space between you. He didn’t flinch when you sat down on his lap, your body close enough to make his pulse quicken. The tension in the room thickened, but his expression remained unreadable, his mind working faster than ever.

You leaned in slightly, your breath brushing against his ear as your fingers traced the edge of a book on the nearby shelf. A small smile tugged at your lips, and your gaze lingered on him as your finger slowly circled the spine, your eyes never leaving his face.

“I don’t need to read you to know you’re playing a game,” Spencer said, his voice steady, though the faintest hint of something deeper lingered in his gaze. “A dangerous one.”

You smirked, your fingers now drifting down his arm in slow, deliberate movements. Your body leaned closer, the proximity making his breath hitch slightly, but you didn't let him speak. Instead, you tilted your head, eyes locked onto his, and then just as quickly pulled back, letting your body shift in a subtle challenge.

He narrowed his eyes, sensing the shift, but didn’t break his calm demeanor. “It’s dangerous because you think you have me cornered,” he whispered, his voice sharp, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “But I’ve never been trapped.”

The game was far from over. The room was thick with the silent tension between you both, the unspoken words drawing a line between predator and prey. Neither of you spoke, but every movement—every subtle shift—spoke louder than anything either of you could have said.