Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(11)

“Safer? Spence, I’m not moving into some old decrepit building where crack heads live!”

“Oh so you’ve found a place already?” He pouts and hugs me again, squeezing me tightly.

“Yes. I just did.” I hug him back. “Can you squeeze less hard? I can’t breathe.” I fake gasping for air.

“Sorry. I’m just trying to keep you all to myself.” He grins at me and softens his grip.

“By choking me to death?” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“That’s one way to do it. No?” He grins and shrugs.

“Weirdo.” I chuckle.

“Where are you moving?” He asks as he helps me out of my jacket and leads me to the kitchen where I’m hit full force with the smell of dinner. It smells heavenly. I close my eyes, inhale and moan. My stomach grumbles in desperation, that’ll teach me not to eat. “Don’t moan like that or there’ll be consequences!” He chuckles.

“Well it smells heavenly! You can’t blame me, I’d make love to that sauce if I could. Mmhmmm.” I burst out laughing when I see his face looking at me as if I’ve grown a second head.

“You’re f*cking weird.”

“You love me that way.” I shrug and grab a block of cheese from the fridge to grate some whilst he finishes the pasta.

“I do. So? Where are you moving?” He smiles sadly.

“Don’t look so sad. I’m only moving a couple of streets away, 17th Street at the Bank and Boston Loft Apartment?” I chuckle as he sighs in relief.

“I thought you were moving to the other side of the country.” He chuckles.

“Not sure when I’d have been able to view apartments all the way over there but okay, drama queen.” I say and roll my eyes.

“True, but you never know with you. So what’s the new place like?”

I pull my phone out and show him the pictures of all the apartments.

“I’m glad you picked the last one, the first two aren’t you at all. This last one is though.” He smiles and hands me back my phone.

“What do you mean?” I ask before quickly forwarding all the pictures to Matt before I forget.

“Well, you’re a pretty normal girl, wi-”

“Are you trying to say I’m boring, Spence?” I raise my eyebrow and cross my arms. I see his eyes zero in on my chest and realize that my arms have pushed my already cumbersome boobs, even higher.”

“Sorry.” He shakes his head to snap himself out of his daze and looks back up at my face. “As I was saying. You’re a classy girl. You love your comfort and your space. You’re into simple things with a bit of luxury. This place looks like it’s just that. When you look at the outside of the building, you see a normal, albeit old building, but when you take the time to look inside, you see the real beauty. A real hidden gem. Plus, that little blast of color definitely reflects your crazy moments when you act like a complete weirdo and dance around naked.” He grins. Well f*ck, I didn’t expect him to say something this nice or profound. The last bit is more like the Spencer I know.

“Who knew you could be so sweet?” I smile and hug him. I know he’s always been a sweetheart, I just love teasing him about it.

“Hey, I’m always sweet. Just don’t forget to buy blinds or curtains so the people living across the street don’t see you wiggling your ass and tits.” He laughs and I slap his chest.

“You’re just jealous because they would get to see my naked dance moves.” I glare at him and try a bit of pasta.

“I’ve already seen your naked dance moves, Love.” He grabs us some plates whilst I drain the pasta.

“What? When?” I ask mortified and I drop the pasta in one big blob into the drainer.

“I believe it was last Friday after we went out for drinks and you got wasted. When we got back you put on some music and started to dance and strip.” He tries not to laugh and I just want to slap him.

“And you didn’t try to stop me? Was there anybody else?” I look at him, my eyes ready to pop out of my head.

“Nah, it was too entertaining and it was just the two of us, don't worry. Who knew you could twerk?” He loses control and lets out a loud laugh.

“You’re such a dickhead. Please tell me you just made all of that up.” I beg.

“Oh no, Princess. It’s all true. I don’t have any proof, I knew you’d kill me if I had taken any videos or pictures of your drunken antics and I still wanna live for a couple more years.” He taunts and ducks as I throw a handful of pasta at his face. “Now, now, don’t waste good food.” He shakes his head and dishes the food onto our plates as I stare at him in disbelief. “Don’t look at me like that, it wasn’t that bad. It was actually amusing and you were having fun. Besides you have a banging body, it was quite difficult restraining myself, but I love you too much for that.” He walks around the kitchen island to me and pulls me into his arms.

“This is a f*cking nightmare.” I groan.

“Oh no, it was heaven.” He grins and moans when I elbow him in his ribs.

“That will teach you to be a dick to me.” I frown and pour the sauce.

“You’re talking about my dick again.” He chuckles.

“Careful, I might cut it while you sleep.” I narrow my eyes at him and grab the big butcher knife from the knife block.