maybe you and spencer should’ve just stayed best friends. but God, the way he made you feel—how could you ignore it?

there was always something between you two, an unspoken tension that lingered in every shared glance, every accidental touch. but you never acted on it, not until that night. you never imagined you'd end up in a heated make-out session with him in his car after dinner with his team, of all things. ever since, you hadn’t been able to get him out of your head. it wasn’t like you two had gone all the way, but you wanted to, so badly. maybe it was crazy, but you even started imagining him showing up at your door, ready to finish what you’d started.

he was always away, busy with work, so there hadn’t been a chance to get beyond those stolen kisses. but still, every now and then, he’d send you a video. casual, but enough to remind you of what he was working with—and God, was he oversized.

tonight, you were thinking of him, missing him more than usual, so you grabbed your phone.

reading the book you gave me. come over?

you kicked your feet up, heart racing as you waited for a response. the way spencer made you feel was insane, and yet, you couldn’t help but revel in it.

your phone pinged.

i’m not even in your time zone. i wanna be.

his message made you smile, and you sat up in bed, the excitement bubbling inside you.

i think we’d have great bed chem. you?

you hit send and waited. but his response didn’t come. had you pushed it too far? you mentally kicked yourself. of course you messed it up.

twenty agonizing minutes passed before you heard your doorbell ring. confused, you got up, smoothing your hair and throwing on a hoodie before peeking out the peephole. what the hell? was that… spencer?

you swung the door open, and there he was, standing on your doorstep with that smirk that made your heart skip. no suitcase, no warning—just him.

“i think we’d have really good bed chemistry,” he said, his voice low, as he tilted his head, eyes meeting yours. “wanna find out?”

uh, duh.