Love At First Glance (Love at Firsts #1)(71)

“Me too.”

“It’s no surprise with all the cocktails you had.”

“At least I didn’t mix this time.”

“True. I’m proud of you.” He chuckles and drives the short distance to my building and into the underground parking. We take the elevator up to my apartment and as soon as I’m inside, I make a bee line to the bathroom before face planting my bed.

“I missed you so much.” I mumble into my pillow.

“Who are you talking to?” I hear Spencer’s amused voice from behind me as he removes my boots.

“My bed. It’s so comfy.”

“I know.” He chuckles and strips me down to my underwear. I’m already half asleep when he’s taken off his clothes and joins me under the covers. He lies behind me, wraps himself around me and kisses the crook of my neck. “Goodnight, Love.”

“Goodnight, Angelface.” I chuckle and then everything goes black, and the last thing I am consciously aware of is Spencer chuckling as I fall into a deep, drunken sleep.





CHAPTER 22



I smile as I feel soft lips with a slight stubble around them kiss a trail down my naked back. I moan and roll onto my stomach so I’m sprawled like a starfish in the bed. I whimper at the loss of the soft lips, but I soon feel them again, carrying on kissing my back. I writhe under the light touches, but yelp when I feel teeth bite my ass. It’s not painful, but is enough to make me jump and wake up properly.

“Spencer, you suck!” I groan.

“You’ll be the one doing the sucking.” He nudges my arm and rolls me so he’s under me.

“Not if you keep this up.” I sigh.

“Spoilsport.” He chuckles.

“Why are you waking me up anyway? What time is it?” I sigh and kiss his chest.

“It’s eight and we have somewhere to go,” he says brushing hair away from my face.

“Let me get this straight. It’s Sunday, I was drunk just a couple hours ago and you’re waking me up at eight in the morning for what?” I look up and glare at him. “It is the morning right?” I look out the window the check if it’s still light outside, making him chuckle.

“Yes, it’s morning and I’m waking you up because I have a surprise for you, but it’s a two hours’ drive from here.”

“Why can’t your surprise be closer?” I pout.

“Because it’s not something you can actually move from place to place so we have to go to it,” he says amused by my need to sleep.

“It better be a good surprise or I’m dumping you.” I groan and try to roll away off of him.

“Not so fast, Missy.” He holds me close to him. “Good morning,” he whispers against my lips.

“Good morning,” I whisper kissing him back.

“Still the best way to wake up.” He smiles into the kiss.

“Good, I’ll never have to wake you up with a blowjob then!” I joke and kiss him again.

“Now that’s not fair.” He pouts.

“Be careful with what you say around women.” I snicker. “Can I get up now?”

“Yes. Go take a shower; I’ll pack a couple of things while you get ready.” He smiles and smacks my ass.

“Really?” I look at him and he smirks.

“Go, or we’ll be late.” He winks. I trudge into the bathroom, but not without sneaking a quick look at him. He still has that the same expression of contentment that he had yesterday. He finally looks at peace, which is incredible to see, especially when you know the shit he had to put up with growing up.

I step into the shower and make quick work of washing myself. Not that I don’t want to take my time under the warm water, but Spencer looked rather excited about his surprise so I don’t want to make him wait too long, and I want to see what he has planned. I quickly wash and condition my hair and shave in all the right places. You never know what could happen and when. I step out of the shower and dry myself quickly before wrapping my hair in a towel.

I walk back to my room to see underwear, sweatpants and a flannel shirt laid out on my bed with a note.

Have,

Quickly went to get my stuff and breakfast. If you’re not dressed when I’m back your ass is mine!

I love you.

Spencer xx

I smile as I finish reading the note, it’s so him. I put the note in the box with all the other notes from Spencer before quickly getting dressed. I’m about to look through the bag he packed when an amused voice stops me.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Spencer chuckles.

“Just checking what you packed. Just my luck, you only packed sexy lingerie, I will be expecting a fashion show from you Mister.” I shrug.

“Fuck! I did not think of that.” He pouts.

“Awww, you’re so cute.” I smile and hug him.

“You’re the cute one. I’m the manly one, I should be hot or handsome, not cute.” He feigns being outraged.

“Hot, handsome AND cute.” I grin innocently.

“Ready to go?” He chuckles.

“Just a minute.” I grab my detangler and walk to the bathroom, quickly getting rid of any knots in my mane. I apply Moroccan oil down the length of my hair and pull it up into a messy bun. I’m too lazy and impatient to dry it, so it’ll have to be au naturel this time. “Ready.” I smile as I walk back into the kitchen. “In your note you mentioned something about breakfast…”