Spencer was originally nervous about smoking weed, you didn’t pressure him at all. Until one day he asked if he could join you during your smoke sesh.

He wound up sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, looking at you in awe. His eyes are low and red, and he has a cheesy smile plastered on his lips, showing off his straight pearly whites.

“You’re so pretty.” He says with his voice slightly raspy as he exhales the smoke from his lungs, he looks completely enraptured by you.