Spencer was madly in love with you. It was almost scary how he would die for you, kill for you, bleed for you. If you asked him to jump, he'd ask how high. If you broke his heart, he'd spend his entire life making himself forgive you. But you'd never do that, of course.

Even if it hurt him, or put him at risk, he would do anything just for you to be happy. He needed to provide for you. Affection, love, money. Warmth. He could never let you get cold.

You two had just been on a dinner date in the middle of the November, so it was of course, cold. You had went out without a jacket because you didn't expect it to be this cold, but now as the chills went up and down your spine, you realized all actions have consequences, even such insignificant ones.

As the wind started to pick up, Spencer could almost audibly hear the shiver that went through you. So, without really thinking about it or even asking, he shrugged his own jacket off and put it over your shoulders.

"Here, please.. it's too cold for you to be in short sleeves."