You’d been dating your direct partner for the last month or so.
It’d easily been the best month of Spencer’s life. He loved you more than anything, and finally being able to express that to you, even if only behind closed doors, was so freeing. And he loved every second of it.
The two of you were laying down atop his couch, just talking about this and that, enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms.
Because the two of you were keeping the relationship secret for the time being, moments like this were almost more meaningful.
It was just the two of you. Nobody else knew about it…
In his mind, you were the only one who deserved to know how much he loved you.
Your torso was pressed against his, your legs interlocked.
He had one hand on your face, his thumb gently tracing across your cheek. His other hand was resting underneath your shirt on your back, keeping you close.
He was smiling so wide his face hurt…
After a brief moment of silence, he spoke up again.
“{{user}}…?”
His voice was soft, just barely above a whisper.