Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(56)

“Way to lay it into me, Have.”

“You had that one coming. I have never done anything with Valentine and if you as much as mention dancing with him last night again, I’ll kick your ass next time I see you. When is that anyway? I miss your face.”

“I miss your face too. Although I'm still looking through last night's pictures.”

“Stalker…”

He chuckles. “Can you really blame me?”

“Yes. Get off that damn website and bring me a bagel. Then you can see my face looking happy because you’re here.”

“Because I’m there or because I’d have brought food?”

“That’s a tough one”

“What does the Princess want in her bagel?”

“I’d rather be the Queen but Princess will do. Hmmm avocado, chicken and lots of chilies, please.”

“Yes, my Queen.” He chuckles.

“Much better, see you in a bit. I’m starving.” I giggle.

“No wonder, you slept for twelve hours.”

“What?” I shriek.

“Look at your damn clock.” He chuckles.

I do and notice it’s almost six in the evening. “Well f*ck me!”

“Don’t tempt me.” I can imagine the smug look on his face.

“Ha, you wish.”

“I’ll hang up before this gets too weird. See you in a bit.”

“See you in a bit.” I smile and end the call.

I get up and decide on a quick shower to wake me up. I cannot believe I slept twelve hours! That has got to be a record. I’m just about to rinse out my hair when I hear the front door open. I quickly rinse off and step out of the shower. I pat myself dry and towel dry my hair as best as I can. I pull on short shorts and a tank top before heading into the kitchen. I’m greeted by the sight of Spencer bending over to fill Bernard’s bowls. His perfectly toned ass is nicely showcased by his trademark grey sweatpants. I lean on the door frame and cross my arms, openly enjoying the view.

“It’s rude to stare.” Spencer admonishes me and stands up.

“Don’t put your ass up in the air for me to look at then?” I argue and walk to him, wrapping my arms around his waist as soon as I’m close enough. In return, he engulfs me in a big bear hug.

“Glad you enjoyed the view.” He chuckles. “How do you feel?”

“Rough.” I frown.

“I’ve told you a thousand times, never mix your drinks but you never listen.” He shakes his head and kisses the top of mine.

“I know. I was having fun and didn’t pay attention.” I grin sheepishly.

“I saw.” He sighs and looks away.

“Will you stop?” I make him look at me. “I do not see Valentine in that way.”

“Alright.”

“Besides, I was with his sister, not other men, even when we were dancing. She’s a blast.” I smile.

“Looks like you made a new friend.” He smiles and unpacks the food he brought over.

“Yeah, I was worried that we wouldn’t get along and that I’d be stuck with a dumb blonde, but she’s actually a lot of fun. She’s very good at sending the creepers away.”

“So there were creepers…”

“Yes, like everywhere else in the world.” I roll my eye at him.

“That might explain the picture of the two of you kissing.” He scoffs.

“Just a peck to send them away when they wouldn’t understand that we weren’t interested.” I shrug.

“I’m not judging.” He holds his hands up.

“I know.”

“So, are you seeing her again?” he asks feigning being uninterested, but I can tell it's bugging him and maybe turning him on a bit. At that thought I burst out laughing.

“Are you seriously jealous and that possessive?”

“Yes.”

“Okay…” I officially don't understand my best friend, maybe he's jealous of me making new friends?

“It’s selfish of me, I know, I just don’t want to lose you. You’re the only family I have.” He hugs me.

“I know and you’re mine. Unless you do something really f*cked up, you won’t be getting rid of me anytime soon.” I smirk and turn around to hug him properly.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” He smiles and kisses my head.

“So, where’s my bagel?” I look in the bags but can’t see any.

“It’s Sunday. The place was closed.”

“Sunday fun day my ass!” I pout.

“I brought everything to make our own and even picked up bacon as well.”

“That’s why I love you, always one step ahead.” I grab two bowls from the cupboard above the sink and a container of frozen soup from the freezer.

“Always.” I put the soup in the microwave to defrost whilst Spencer cooks the bacon.

Thirty minutes later, we each have a humongous bacon, chicken, tomato and avocado bagels along with a bowl of soup. We settle in front of the TV and watch another horror classic, The Shining.

After we’re done with the food, we relax and cuddle on the couch like we always do and I’m in heaven. His hand is traces random patterns on my hip and is wandering dangerously close to my ass making my brain turn to mush. I can’t focus on anything but the feeling of his fingertips on my hip.