Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

“Why don’t we just see how we go?”

A frown creases his forehead. “What does that mean?”

“It means that we’ve been together for five minutes, and I think that maybe we should stop moving so fast.”

“You don’t like the way things are going?”

I kiss him softly. “I love the way things are going, but this isn’t a race.”

He holds me tight. “It feels like it is.”

I pull back to look at his face. “Why?”

He shrugs. “I’m waiting for the shoe to drop and everything to turn to shit.”

“Spence,” I breathe. “It’s not going to.”

“This is new for me, angel. All this.” He shrugs. “Feeling...”

I giggle. “You think this is new for you? Try being me for a moment. I’m getting used to having sex, falling in love, as well as an ex-girlfriend of yours who is slipping keys into your pocket.”

He smirks and pulls out of my arms. “Oh, I saw her today.”

My face falls. “You saw her today?”

“Yeah.” He goes back to stirring his pot of Indian food, choosing not to elaborate.

“And?” I frown.

“Long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

He dishes out our meals and places them on the counter in front of us. He refills our wineglasses, too, leaving me to just… watch him.

He sits down and begins to eat, as if he hasn’t a care in the world.

“Spencer! Are you going to tell me what happened or not?”

He blows out a deep breath. “It was the day from Hell.”

“Why are you always so dramatic?”

He chuckles. “No, seriously, today was a day from Hell.” He shovels some food into his mouth. “Like… literally.”

I take a mouthful of food for myself. “Why?”

“So, Sheridan turns up and tells me she loves me.”

My mouth falls open in surprise.

Don’t say anything, don’t say anything.

“She wants to move here and make a go of it with me.”

“I thought you said you were just having sex?”

He shrugs. “I thought we were, too. I was bowled over.”