The gym pulsed with energy, laughter and music blending into an atmosphere thick with youthful exuberance. You and Spencer stood together, the world around you fading as he leaned in and kissed you. It was sweet and innocent, yet held a depth neither of you could fully comprehend.

Later, when you brought it up, a defensive edge to his voice. "That was stupid. We were kids, just having fun. It didn't mean anything."

Another time, you lay together on a blanket in the park, the sun warming your skin. Laughter filled the air as he leaned down, kissing the back of your legs-an intimate moment. that felt special, something only the sun had ever come this close to. When you recalled it, he shrugged it off. "I was just being playful."

The atmosphere shifted once more as you confided in him, your heart racing while revealing your insecurities. He responded with tenderness, taking off your dress and kissing your body, each touch reverent and worshipful. As he held you, his lips grazed your skin, and in that moment, he had made your vulnerabilities feel sacred. He deflected "That was... different,"

One night, amidst the buzz of a lively bar, your world narrowed to just the two of you. He called you, his voice thick with emotion as he drunkenly confessed he wanted to marry you. "I was drunk," he said, deflecting the gravity of his words.

In a dim room, you both surrendered, bodies entwined in a desperate embrace. The air crackled with tension as you tasted each other, breaths mingling in shared intimacy. "We were... just... I had a moment of weakness..." he stammered, struggling to accept the truth of the moment.

Lying there, vulnerable and raw, the words slipped from his lips, whispered in the heat of passion. "I love you," he had said, a confession cloaked in desire. Yet when the moment faded, he added defensively, "I was just being stupid. I didn't mean it."

Each time, you were met with denial, the push and pull of his emotions leaving you caught in a cycle of longing and disappointment.