Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

The air tightens around us.

That sounded soppy and needy. Why did I have to say that?

“And besides, you would be a terrible coach of anything besides sex because the guy in the apartment didn’t do it,” I add to lighten the mood.

He rolls his eyes. “Good grief, you really have no idea what you’re on about. You’re a terrible fake cop. Perhaps I should take over your whole life.” He goes back to watching the show.

I smirk as I watch the television. Life coach, sex coach… love coach. What else could I possibly need?

Spencer Jones could be my everything. I know he could.

* * *

Large arms circle me from behind, and Spencer’s big, dreamy lips kiss the side of my face.

“Good morning, angel,” he whispers sleepily.

I smile and turn my face to kiss him softly. “Morning, Spence.”

Our naked bodies are a tangled mess.

It’s just after 5:00 a.m., and Spencer’s alarm has woken us up. He has to go before my guards get up.

“Maybe we could just run away together instead.” He sighs with his eyes still closed.

I giggle. “That would be something, wouldn’t it?”

He rolls me over so that half of my body is over his. I snuggle into his chest and he kisses my forehead. “Are you sore?”

“Yes.” I smirk. “Who knew that would be a question you would have to ask me so often?”

“Hmm.” He sighs. “I’m not going to get my wakeup sex today then, am I?”

Should I just do it anyway? I want him to leave satisfied.

Stop it!

This isn’t all about him. I need to pull myself out of this clingy mood. I get up and go to the bathroom to break the tension. When I come back, Spencer is still on his back in bed. His honey-blond hair is messed up, and his broad, naked chest is on display with the white blanket pooled over his waist.

“You probably should get going,” I say quietly.

He nods.

Our eyes are locked, and it’s as if he is waiting for me to say something.

I go to the wardrobe and take out his shirt. “I washed this for you yesterday.”

“Thanks.”

After being in his arms all weekend, the thought of him going home feels horrible.

I’m not sure what to do. What do you say in this situation?

As if sensing my turmoil, he holds his arms out for me. “Come here, baby.”

I sit on the bed beside him and he pulls me close into an embrace. I scrunch my eyes closed up against his strong neck.

I don’t want him to go. I’m just getting the hang of all this.