The Soft Whispers of Love

My whole body was more or less pressed up against him, and my breath tickled across the side of his waist.

I could clearly feel his abdomen clenching tightly.

"Very well," answered Andrew who then left the lights off.

He then sat down on his chair and took out his phone.

He placed a few calls, but none of them were answered. It was obvious that he was getting vexed.

"Spencer, do you think Kaylee is doing this on purpose?"

"What?"

"I just professed my feelings to Sienna today, and now Kaylee's giving me a headache. Just earlier, there was news about how a female college student jumped into the river because of her unrequited feelings.

"I thought she had taken things too hard, and so I left Sienna behind and raced over. Turns out, when they finally fished the body out of the river, it wasn't her!

"I've been calling her all night, but she hasn't answered even one call. I don't even know where she is right now!"

Andrew tossed his phone on the table. "She has to be doing this on purpose. She wanted to ruin my date tonight."

He then continued with a sneer, "I have a feeling she's going to be obsessed with me for the rest of my life."

"Not necessarily," blurted Spencer.

Andrew was taken aback. "Not necessarily? Spencer, you've clearly seen how she's pestered me for the past few years. I'm sure you're annoyed by her too, seeing as how you're always so stand-offish around her."

Hearing this, I could not help but sink my teeth into Spencer's waist.

He jerked in pain and reflexively moved his hand over to cover my mouth, but his fingers ended up brushing over my lips.

I decided then to give his fingers a tiny bite.

Spencer's whole body tensed as he let out a low hiss.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just got a cramp in my leg."

Spencer's voice was raspy, and he even needed to clear his throat a few times.

"Forget it. You go ahead and rest. I won't bother you. I'll just use the bathroom first before leaving," Andrew said as he stood up.

When he opened the door to the bathroom, a thought suddenly flashed across my mind.

When I showered earlier, I had washed my socks too. And they were still hanging in the bathroom.

As expected, Andrew promptly walked back out with a sly grin on his face.

"Spencer, did you bring a girl back here? You sure hid it well. Which gorgeous lady finally landed our Mr. Chic?"

"Don't make things up."

Andrew walked toward the bed. "Did you turn in so early because you're hiding someone in your bed?"

"Andrew," Spencer growled.

"Alright, alright. I won't come closer."

Andrew halted his footsteps, but he studied Spencer's bed with great interest.

"Do you have condoms? I have some extra here if you want them."

Under the blankets, Spencer's hand gently gripped my nape. He wanted me to stop moving around and just lie on him quietly.

He then spared Andrew a glance, and with an unexpectedly cold voice, said, "Don't say those kinds of things."

Andrew was surprised. "It's serious?"

Spencer's lips flattened into a line, and his Adam's apple bobbed visibly before he answered, "Yes."

If the lights were a bit brighter, Andrew would be able to see just how tortured Spencer was, as he tried his hardest to restrain himself.

The thing was, although his hand was on my neck preventing my head from moving, it was not as if I could not move other parts of my body.

No one could see what was happening under the blankets anyway.

So, I took my time running my fingers over Spencer's abs. Each time my fingers made contact, his abdomen would clench.

I slowly moved my hand downward, and when I reached his Apollo's belt, his immense reaction alarmed even me.