The Soft Whispers of Love

"Kaylee, stop moving." His hands immediately fell on the small of my back. "I'll be more gentle this time."

My whole torso was gathered tightly into his arms.

This time, the kiss was long but also tender. Toward the end, he slightly lost control and deepened the kiss considerably.

"Spencer…"

I thumped him lightly as we broke the kiss and gasped for air. Then, I opened my mouth and bit down on him.

"Kaylee," mumbled Spencer in a very scratchy voice.

His whole body was tense, and the skin under my hands was so hot that it felt like my body would melt because of it.

Suddenly, Spencer buried his face in my neck and gave a low grunt.

The volcano had erupted and was now slowly calming down.

But soon enough, it was on the verge of another eruption.

Spencer gently pushed me off him then helped me to stand up.

I could not help but notice that he had an odd expression on his face, and that there was a mysterious smell in the air.

My curiosity got the better of me. "Spencer, what happened to you just now?"

His ears were so red they looked as if they were bleeding.

Though he was normally aloof, his eyes were now flooded with heavy lust.

"I'm going to go take a shower."

He stood up, lowered his eyes, and adjusted my hoodie that had ridden up.

"You should sleep first."

I did not have a chance to say anything before Spencer rushed into the bathroom.

When the shower started running, I was rolling around in Spencer's bed and using the back of my hands to cool my burning face down.

I could sort of guess what had transpired earlier.

It was just that Spencer was statuesque and played a lot of sports, so there were defined muscles all over his body. He also had a high-bridged nose and a sharp jawline. Even his fingers were long and powerful.

That was all to say, he did not seem to be the kind of guy who finished so quickly.

Unless he never had a girlfriend or been intimate with a girl before?

Joy seeped through my body as this thought occurred to me.

While laying on Spencer's pillow, my hand suddenly located a pearl earring under it—a very familiar earring at that.

It was part of the pair that I loved wearing on a daily basis.

I had accidentally lost one when I came over to see Andrew previously and could not find it no matter how much I looked.

As it turned out, Spencer had picked it up.

This caused me to suddenly remember that Spencer had this earring with him constantly in my dreams as well.

I lay dazed for a beat, then I shoved the earring back under his pillow.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped.

When Spencer walked out, he was wearing navy-colored loungewear.

After being in the steaming shower, his skin was now as clear as porcelain.

His hair lay flat on his head, and this caused his usual icy demeanor to soften.

I did not know how to explain it, but this Spencer looked kind of docile.

I was just about to call out to him, but voices suddenly rang out from the other side of the door.

My expression stiffened, and I completely turned to stone.

One of the voices from outside clearly belonged to Andrew.

Spencer's expression had also darkened, but his reaction was much faster than mine.

By the time Andrew opened the door, Spencer had already stuffed my clothes into the closet, my shoes under the bed, and was in the middle of climbing into bed.

There was only one night light on in the room, so it was quite dark.

I was hidden under Spencer's blanket, and there was only a slight, mostly unobvious protrusion.

Even if Andrew stepped closer, he would not find anything strange unless he really looked closely.

"Why are the lights off so early?" Andrew asked curiously.

"I got caught out in the rain and have a slight headache now," answered Spencer while he gently held onto my wandering hand.

The bed was only a little over four feet wide, and Spencer took up a lot of space with his large stature and long legs.