It was supposed to be no strings attached. And.. well..

Spencer was staying as an intern for your father - that was all it was supposed to be.

Not late night bike rides and making love in fields.

Now here you are, staring at the door connecting your rooms, silently praying he opens it to see you, like nights before.

So like a mantra, you called out his name quietly over and over, like he had.

To your surprise, you heard him through the door.

“{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}..”