Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(38)

He calls me back straight away but I ignore it. I put the food I had taken out of the fridge back in and grab a pint of ice cream and a spoon instead. I lock the front door, grab my laptop and turn off the lights. I plan to head straight to bed, snuggle in and ugly cry all evening whilst watching Bridget Jones. She knows how I feel at least.





CHAPTER 13



I must have fallen asleep at some point because I wake up too hot and wrapped up in my covers. That’s what happens when I fall asleep in my onesie, I’m way too warm and I can’t get the blankets off me quickly enough. I kick around but the blanket wraps tighter around me and whispers my name. I scream and shoot up, kicking Bernard, my laptop and the empty pint of ice cream off the bed and across the room.

“Have, it’s me, Spencer,” he whispers loudly and curses under his breath.

“What the f*ck?” I turn on the bedside lamp and see him sitting in my bed, fully dressed with blood shot eyes. He looks like shit. “What happened to you?” I sit on the bed, keeping my distance.

“Please come here.” He begs me, holding his hands out to me.

“No. Not until you talk to me.”

He sighs. “I’m sorry for being a dickhead. I never meant to. I just lost my shit when I saw the way you were with that douchebag.” He looks at me apologetically.

“He’s not a douchebag, can’t you just say his name?” I sigh.

“Valentine,” he says through gritted teeth.

“You’re unbelievable. You lecture me and throw a f*cking tantrum because I find my neighbor hot, which he’ll never let me live down if he overhears us,” thump, thump “there you go.” I sigh. “Anyway, you act like a kid whenever he’s mentioned. When I offer to cancel dinner with him, you say you now have plans to go f*ck one of your sluts. You’re un-f*cking-believable. I don’t recognize you anymore. This is not my Spencer.”

“Your Spencer,” he whispers.

“Yes, I want my Spencer back, the one who’d tease me about my eyebrows, watch what he eats and force me to go to the gym or eat disgusting healthy food because it’s good for me. I want the Spencer who always wanted to hang out and always encouraged me to go out and meet new people, not the one who is miserable and avoids me. Where did he go? He disappeared when Valentine appeared.” He makes a face when I say Valentine’s name. “Stop being so childish!” I roll my eyes.

“He figured since you and Valentine hit it off so well and he was forgotten two seconds into your conversation that he should give you some space.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true, you were smitten the minute you saw him. Don’t deny it.” He looks at me with hurt in his eyes, I never wanted to see him like this again. It’s the same expression he had when his parents kicked him out. He feels rejected and I’ve made him feel like that.

“Why do you think I would push you away if I got a boyfriend? You never acted this way with Adam.” I reach for his hand. He laces our fingers and suddenly pulls me closer to him, making me yelp. “That’s more like something my Spencer would do.” I chuckle.

“I guess I felt threatened by Valentine and not by Adam. Adam was a dipshit so nothing to be threatened by there.”

“Yet you called Valentine a dickhead and douchebag multiple times but you feel threatened by him. You make no sense.” I sigh and lie on my side, facing him.

“I just…I don’t know, I freaked out and thought he wouldn’t like us being so close so I gave you the space you would need to be with him.” He wraps his arms around me and brings me flush to his warm body.

“You’re stupid. I wo-”

“I know.” He cuts me off and kisses my forehead.

“I would never let anyone come between us. No one but you could tear us apart.”

“I almost did.” He rests his forehead on mine.

“Yes, you almost did.” I love being in his arms. I missed this. I missed my Spencer.

“What are we going to do?” he asks nervously.

“You need to chill, I’m not going anywhere so stop freaking out on me, you’re worse than a woman. And we’ll get through it. I suggest a good night of sleep along with breakfast, lunch and dinner tomorrow to make up for lost time.” I grin innocently.

“I have to work during lunch but I can do breakfast and dinner.” He smiles his dazzling smile.

I frown. “What’s his or her name?”

“Jealous?” He smirks.

“Yes.” I simply say, because the truth is, I’m extremely jealous of all those people who either get massaged by him or get another type of massage if you catch my drift.

“Good to know.” He smiles and kisses my head again. “My lunch date is Mrs. Bonami, she’s seventy and a total firecracker. I think I’m in love.” He tries not to laugh but loses the battle until I elbow his ribs. “You’re going to break one of my ribs one of these days.” He complains rubbing his ribs.

“That’d be well deserved for doing this to me.” I pout like a spoiled kid.

“I was just teasing you, but it’s good to know you’re affected by me I know you still care.” More than you’ll ever know.

“Dickhead.”