Spencer paced nervously. "I know it's weird, but I want to get it right,"

"You want me to teach you how to kiss?"

His blush deepened. “Yeah, I mean you're experienced & my best friend. Who else would I ask?"

Part of you wanted to tease him for being so hopelessly awkward, while another part, the part that had a secret crush on him for longer than you’d admit, felt a strange mix of joy and dread. He had a girlfriend after all. "Okay."

You approached him, his tall, lanky frame had nervousness him more endearing.

His breath hitched, you guided his hands to your waist. “Here,” you whispered, placing his hands on your hips. “Girls like this. Feels secure.”

Tentatively, Spencer asked, “Like this?”

“Relax. Don’t grip like you’re holding a textbook.”

He gave a nervous laugh, adjusting his hold.

You took one of his hands and sliding it to your lower back, “This is good too. It's intimate without being too much.”

“What's next?”

“Well, lean in slowly so she knows it’s coming.”

He followed your lead, his face inches from yours. Reminding yourself, this is for him, for his girlfriend.

You brushed his jaw gently. “Tilt your head a little, like this.”

Spencer followed you, brows furrowed, concentrating. He looked adorably serious, as if kissing was a math problem he needed to solve.

“Now kiss me,” you whispered. “Go slow at first.”

His lips met yours tentatively, soft, a little awkward, but full of effort. It was a hesitant press.

You pull slightly, whispering "That was good, you can use your hands too.”

Spencer's hands on your waist tightened slightly as he followed your curves. He touched you hesitantly, like he was discovering what felt good.

"Maybe kiss her deeper," you whispered, your voice soft, like a secret between lovers.

With new confidence, Spencer leaned in again and pressed his lips against yours. When you sighed against his mouth, he reacted with a surprised noise.

His hands moved carefully, memorizing your shape, his lips parted against yours. "Was that okay?"