Sleeping was next to impossible that whole week, especially the first night. How was I expected to sleep when he was sleeping right above me?!

So I laid there and waited for exhaustion to set in. Finally, around 1 a.m., it obliged.
I slept until 11 the next morning and wasn’t surprised to see Spencer sitting at my table with Mom.

“Morning sleepy head.” Spencer said smiling. I returned his smile groggily.

“She’s not a morning person…” Mom said. I shot her a glare, but Spencer just laughed.

“I need something from my room.” I told them, looking back and forth between then. Then I turned and headed up the stairs, smiling as I heard Spencer follow.
“Door stays open!” Mom called after us.

In my room, I didn’t even get a chance to say anything before his lips were crushed up against mine. I felt a desire begin burning in me and could tell through his kisses he felt it too. I wasn’t think of anything other then his hand on my back and in my hair, my arms around his neck, and our mouths entwined.