Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(60)

“Look, just think about all that’s been going on lately. Him getting pissed about Valentine and you being friends, about you having fun without him, about you being all hot and bothered by Valentine.” He explains, sounding as exasperated as I am.

“He’s very jealous and overprotective.”

“Yes, that’s pretty obvious, but why is the real question.”

“Because I’m his only family left and he wants to protect me?” I ask because at this point I’m completely lost.

“Think again.”

“Ugh, I’m starting to hate all of you for keeping things from me like this.” I hit the horn a few times as a lovely thank you to the f*cker who just cut me off. “Fucking dickhead.”

“Me?” He chuckles.

“Yes, but also the dickwad who just cut me off.”

“I’m wounded.” He sighs dramatically.

“Not even sorry.” I chuckle.

“Bitch.”

“Asshat.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” I smile. “So? About Spence?”

“I’m not going to tell you, if you can’t figure it out yourself then hopefully he’ll tell you.” He sighs.

“I don't know Matt, this all secrecy thing is really starting to piss me off. Erm, he feels the same way I do?” I joke, not believing what I just said, but it’s the only thing I can possibly think of that'd make any sense.

“Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner.” He chuckles.

“No he doesn’t.” I hit the brakes.

“He does, why else do you think he would be that pissed off with Valentine?”

“I don’t know, because he can be a bit of a dick sometimes.” I shrug.

“Yeah, that too, but we all are. You’ve been a bitch to him too.”

“He told you.” I sigh.

“Yeah, he’s hurting. He doesn’t know how to tell you how he feels. He has the same concerns as you.”

“Well, f*ck me, I didn’t expect that. What a Monday!” I exclaim, feeling dizzy with all this new knowledge about Spencer.

“See, Mondays can be good.” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“That’s for sure. Spencer always manages to make my Mondays better.” I sigh happily.

“Go get him, Tiger.” He chuckles.

“Thanks, Honey bunny.” I snicker.

“My pleasure, Chica.” He chuckles and hangs up.

My emotions are going crazy right now, my thoughts are so confused and my heart is pounding at the speed of light. I decide to call him to let him know I’ll be a bit late because I’m stuck in traffic. It's probably one of the first times I'm actually nervous to call Spencer.

To my despair, he doesn’t answer so I leave him a message.

“Hey Spence, it’s Have. I’m done with work. Sorry it took so long, it was amazing. I’ll tell you everything tonight when I see you. I’m so excited. I’ll call you back when I’m on my way to yours, I’m stopping home quickly as soon as I’m out of this traffic nightmare. Sorry I wasn’t in for lunch but Matt was rather happy to have sushi with you. I’ll see you in a bit. Love you.” I hang up hoping he’s okay and not too upset and not sticking his dick in someone else.

After over almost two hours, I make it home. The journey should have taken me only forty minutes. Damn traffic. I park in my spot in the underground garage and catch the elevator to my floor, I’m far too drained to walk up the stairs. I’m even considering asking Spencer to come to mine, order food and watch a movie on Netflix. I am that tired. I make it to my door and open it; glad I’m finally home. I shrug off my jacket and my shoes by the door and walk to the kitchen to fill in Bernard’s bowl, but I see that it’s been barely touched from this morning. I pick him up, worried that something is wrong with him.

“What’s wrong fluffy one? Not hungry?” I kiss his head and he rubs his against mine. I turn around to get something from the fridge to try and get him to eat, but I see a letter on the fridge from Spencer. “That’s why it looks barely touched. He fed you.” I smile and kiss his head. I pick up the letter and get a weird feeling. It’s not unusual of Spencer come check on Bernard while I’m at work, but knowing what Matt said, I’m wary that something could be wrong.

I slowly open up the letter and start reading.

Haven,

I thought long and hard before writing this. I’m not sure it’s the best thing to do, but it’s been on my mind for a while now. Yes, since Valentine came into our lives, don’t roll your eyes at me. Call me a selfish prick, I don’t care. I probably am. The truth is, I feel like I’ve been played.

We have both been acting strange and it’s ruined what we had. I know things have been better these past couple of weeks, but truth is, I was just trying really hard to act like my old self for you. I wanted us to be more than just friends. I’ve wanted it since we were seventeen but you’ve always seen me as your best friend and brother. You kept saying that we would work so well together but it would be awkward because we were so close. I guess my feelings for you and the jealousy I felt regarding the other men in your life have brought us to this point.

What really made me decide to write this letter is what you’re doing right now and I’m sat here, listening to it and it’s making me sick. Especially after what was said last night. I can’t believe you’d go back on your words like that and do this to me. I thought you valued our friendship more than that.