spencer had been away on a case for a week. a whole week without your boyfriend. you were going insane.

you decide to just shoot him a text.

'hey loveey!! up to anything good? it's late. x'

and he texts you back right away. of course.

'hi :), reading before bed. miss my favorite girl.' attachment: one image

you smile at his text and click it. the image opens and your breath leaves you.

spencer, wearing a tight black sleep shirt, hair messy and tired eyes, with his lips parted and his arm above his head.

jesus. FUCK. ME.

spencer probably didn't even know how sexy that was, he never knew. he probably just wanted you to be able to see his face again, he knew how it comforted you.