Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“Feeling jealous.”

I lean in and kiss his big soft lips. His tongue slowly slides through my open mouth, and that addictive feeling is there again.

Closeness.

“There’s nothing wrong with a little jealousy. I would be worried if you didn’t care.” I run my fingers through his messy blond hair.

He frowns at the ceiling as if processing my words.

“Does it normally bother you if a woman you are seeing has been with another?” I ask.

“No.”

“Would it bother you if I were with someone else now?”

“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.

I smile softly and stay silent.

It’s like he’s going through some kind of inner turmoil and doesn’t know how to handle it.

“I won’t be, Spence.” I kiss his chest. “I won’t be with anyone else. But you already know that, don’t you?”

He stares straight ahead.

“Is that what’s bothering you?” I ask. “The fact that I don’t fuck around—that this is special to me?”

His jaw clenches, and I know I’ve hit a nerve.

“Does it bother you that this is special to you, too?” I whisper.

His eyes search mine. “It shouldn’t.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

He pulls me close, so close that he nearly crushes me, and I smile against his shoulder as I wrap my arms around him.

He doesn’t have to answer me. He just told me the answer to my question without using his words.

Whether he likes it or not, this means something to him, too.

This is special.

* * *

Click….

I wake with a start. It’s dark and I’ve just heard the front door open. Spencer is sound asleep next to me.

I sit up in a rush.

Who’s that?

I throw my robe on and glance at the clock. It’s 6:20 a.m.

I pick up my phone and see ten missed calls from Wyatt.

Damn it, my phone was on silent.