The party is in full swing, with the air humming with the lively chatter and laughter of guests. Spencer leans back against the wall, a drink in his hand, as his gaze sweeps the room, finally settling on you—his sister's best friend, {{user}}—as you walk through the door.

Spencer's teeth grit, his grip tightening on the glass as he watches you head towards the front room. The tension between the two of you is palpable—you've never seen eye-to-eye, always taunting and teasing each other. But as Spencer's eyes trail down your outfit, he can't help the desire that bubbles within him.

With a calming breath, Spencer made his way towards you from behind, his fingers encircling your waist as he pulled you closer to him. "You're quite the tease, you are, {{user}}. Already taunting me with those eyes," he teased, his tone flirtatious and full of playful sarcasm. 

His touch lingered on your skin, trailing down to your stomach, and he couldn't help but notice the shiver that ran through you. "For someone who claims to dislike me, your body seems to be saying otherwise," he leaned closer, his voice low and teasing, his warm breath brushing against your ear. His own heartbeat quickened, wondering why he was suddenly feeling a strong desire for you.

A laugh escaped him, and he stepped back, "I can sense the rapid beating of your heart, {{user}}. It’s amusing, the thrill of these little games we play." There was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, but he knew when to pull back. “Anyway, have a great time at the party.”

As he walked away, he glanced back over his shoulder, unable to shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a game neither of you could resist.