Head in the clouds but my gravity centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

Spencer insisted on always walking you to your car. It made sense because the line of work you do makes you both more aware of everything. You secretly loved it but would always tell him he doesn't need to. Yet he did every. Single. Day.

Oh, she knows what I think about And what I think about One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse. Let me hold your hands in the holes of my sweater

the cold air covered your face and hands as you both walked down to your car. You crossed your arms hoping to get a little more warm. Goosebumps ran across your skin as the wind hit. Spencer immediately noticed and paused to take his sweater off. You were lost in thought before he gentle handed it to you

And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides a mind To move to a place so far away The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face

you paused and took the sweater but before you could get a chance to speak he talked first

"I can tell you're cold. And I don't want you getting sick."