Spencer never got angry. Ask anyone who remotely knew him and they’d tell you that he was level headed and reasonable. Until now.

The past few months, you and Spencer had been in this weird limbo. An in between, not a couple but not quite just friends. You were the one that was constantly going back and forth, never giving him a straight answer when he asked you what you two were.

“Kissing in the copy room, holding hands on the jet, shower sex?” He paced back and forth across your living room rug. “Come on, friends?”