Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(34)

“I still don’t know what Spencer’s problem is with you.”

“You’ll figure it out.” He smiles.

“Ugh, you, Matt and Spencer all suck with your secrets and crap! Why don’t men know not to be so mysteriously annoying with women? Are you going to let me sleep tonight?” I raise my eyebrow.

“Yes, no company tonight.” He pouts and I chuckle.

“That’s a shocker.”

“I know! I’m a little surprised myself.” He smiles. “Have a good night, Haven.”

“Thanks Val, you too.” I smile and close the door, locking it behind me.

I quickly clean up and start my usual bedtime routine before climbing straight into bed. I desperately need a good night of sleep, but truth is, needing and getting are two completely different things. Sleep doesn’t come that easily when your mind is running a marathon.

I don’t know what’s going on between me and Spence. It’s hurting and confusing at the same time. I can’t, nor do I want to, ever imagine my life without him. He's the only one I can be myself with, he always makes me happy and I feel like I can conquer the world with his continuous support. He makes me feel alive and…oh shit, I’m in love with Spencer.

The realization hits me, hard, like a ton of freaking bricks. I knew I always loved him but never thought I’d ever be in love with him. I never even entertained the thought out of fear of ruining our friendship. Looking back on things, I've always been a bit jealous of the people he's been with. Even if there aren’t any real feelings involved in his hook ups, it still kills me. I always thought it was just because of his promiscuity and freedom. Now I'm realizing that it runs a lot deeper.

I feel stupid and relieved at the same time. Of course I had to realize all of this when he's not talking to me. Hello Karma? You're a bitch. I suppose at least I know how I feel, that's a good thing, right? But what do I do? Do I tell him and risk what we have, or keep it to myself and internally crumble whenever he has one of his encounters, or worse, finally meets someone. I mean he’s only twenty seven, he’s bound to meet The One someday. Who knows who it could be?

I fall asleep thinking about Spencer and what to do. Sleep takes its sweet time to claim me, and a part of me wishes Valentine was f*cking someone tonight because that would provide some distraction from the thoughts that are running around in my mind.





CHAPTER 12



The Next Day

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I groan as I wake up to the noise from next door. I look at my alarm clock and see it’s only two minutes before seven. Fucking Valentine has just robbed me of two minutes of sleep. I bang on the wall loudly with my fist.

“Glad you’re awake, Haven.” A muffled voice sounds from next door.

“I’m going to f*cking kill you!” I yell and hear Bernard hiss behind me. He’s clearly not happy to be woken up before his time either.

“Have a good day.” I hear through the wall. What is a club owner doing up so early? It doesn’t make any sense. I groan again and get up. There’s no point trying to go back to sleep and snooze my ten alarms now. I mute my alarms and stumble to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. For once I have time so I go all out: scrambled eggs with bacon on an English muffin. I check my phone as the bacon cooks and my morning caramel coffee brews. I reply to a few messages on Facebook from people congratulating me on my articles. It’s good to have messages acknowledging my work. I scoff when I see the status my mother posted.

Margret Lee: Some people have always been attention seeking and will always remain that way. Glad I got rid of that person a long time ago. Things could have been different had they chosen a different path.

“Oh mother, you’re funny with your hidden messages.” I shake my head. I still don’t know why I ever accepted her friend request after what she did. Her bullshit doesn't affect me anymore. It’s funny to me more than anything else. She always does this, posting statuses with passive aggressive messages, trying to get to me but the truth is, I don’t care about her or my father anymore. The way they treated me and Spencer was disgusting and out of order. I’m better off without them in my life. Spencer is the only one I need in my life and I intend on getting him back in my life where he belongs, as boyfriend or best friend, I don't care, as long as he’s in my life I’ll be okay.

I shoot him a quick text before I dig into my food.

Me: Good morning. Don’t forget to call me today or you know I’ll hunt you down and harass you all day, blow up your social media feeds and your phone until you talk to me. Love your face xo

Spencer: Morning Love, someone is in a good mood today. I’ll call you when I’m done with my clients. I have four today all over Denver so might not be until tonight. Xo

Me: Woke up before my alarm went off and having scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. AND you answered me. It’s a good morning.

Spencer: You? Waking up before your alarm went off? DA FUCK???!!!

Me: HA HA aren’t you funny! Valentine woke me up by banging on the wall.

Spencer: Him again…

Me: What’s with you and Valentine? What’s your problem with him?

Spencer: Not now.

Me: Seriously? Again?

Spencer: Besides having a ridiculous name for a man, he’s a douchebag.