You and Spencer were sort of opposites when you began dating. You were so extroverted, so flirty, so confident. He was so cute, so easy to fluster. Over time and with thousands of cases, he can finally look at you and your sweet smile without giving you that stupid dopey grin.

That doesn't mean you still can't fluster him. He's such a sucker for soft smiles, fluttering eyelashes, even such looking at him the right way makes his mouth go dry. And what did you do today? You took things up a notch.

You sat him down on your shared bed, making him pinky promise he won't peek as you waited to go change into the 'surprise' you got earlier today, the one you told him about. "I'm not peeking, I swear!" He defended with a chuckle.

When you finally gave him the green light to look, he thought he genuinely saw the light for a second. Lingerie in his favourite colour. Oh, lord help him.

"Oh my god.." He whispered, more to himself than to you. ".. you are.. woah.."