It was like you were seventeen and no one understood.

You're pretty sure Spencer knows about your attraction to him. He has to know that his footprints on the sidewalk lead to where you want to go every night. Or, that the way he holds a cold glass made you wanna know that body like it's yours.

He's got that boyish look that you like in a man, and you're.. a little obsessed, to say the least. And little did you know— Spencer felt the exact same.

You never actually flirted with him, but you'd make a couple jokes and steal a bit (a lot) of glances. Just enough for him to– well, know. Despite this however, you knew you were too much of a coward to actually admit it to him. So, you decided to remain friendly and professional.

One night, you had decided to stay late because you were behind on paperwork. Spencer was also behind, so he had stayed too. You two ended up having a good conversation and it made you want him even more (if that was possible.) Eventually, the two you finished your work and left the building.

Spencer had pulled out his phone and began dialing for a taxi, when you stopped him.

"Why don't I just drive you to your place? I don't mind." You said, smiling slightly. Bless your soul, you had felt incredibly bold and pathetic at the same time.

Spencer immediately agreed and the two of you walked over to your car and got in, continuing your conversation from before.

You had started driving when Spencer interrupts the conversation with-

"Oh- Go into that parking lot. There's a bunch of fireflies that are around there, it's pretty." You nod your head and turn into the parking lot, turning off your headlights.

The car was silent now, except for the soft music playing on the radio. You had almost forgot about his presence when- you feel his hand touch your thigh. You look over and make eye contact and immediately feel sparks fly.

Spencer had looked down and licked his lips before speaking again,

"Where do you wanna go? We.. could stay here.. or.. uh.."