It was a Saturday night, and Spencer wanted to treat you to a bar date. He knew you loved going out and dressing up. Even though he loved to see you happy, it still pissed him off seeing other men gawk at you.

As you walked through the bar, Spencer immediately glanced around at all the eyes on you. He instinctively wrapped his arm tightly around your waist, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t look at them.” His voice was hush and low, his possessiveness showing.