You and Spence had only been together for a few weeks.

Those few weeks had been the best of his life.

He loved being able to openly express his affection for you, and knowing that it was reciprocated was the best feeling in the world.

The two of you were in the shower together. You didn’t have to be at work that day for another two hours.

Your back was against the tile wall, your leg hooked around his waist, arms around his neck.

He had one hand on your thigh, the other on the back of your neck.

The bulge pressing up against you was getting hard to ignore, and it was clear that Spence was getting antsy too.

“{{user}}, we really shouldn’t… we have work…” Spencer muttered against the crook of your neck, trailing kisses up to your jaw.

“Not to mention that shower sex from a statistical standpoint is rather dangerous…”