Page 83 of You Found Me
Taking a deep breath, I tilt my head to see who I’m lying on and I’m met with a familiar, scruffy jawline.
Oh my god.
I’ve stared up at him enough times to know it’s Spencer. I close my eyes trying to place what happened last night that led me here, in his bed. It’s like a highlight reel starts playing on a loop. God, I can’t believe I tried getting naked to tempt him into sleeping with me.
Not only that, I told him I wanted him for real. And since I’m one of those people who believes the old saying,drunk words are sober thoughts,I know that’s how I really feel.
Maybe it’s better that it came out like that. I would’ve been at war with my heart and brain all day leading up to dinner trying to decide if this was the right thing to do. Drunk me apparently leads with her vagina—her brain nowhere to be found.
Why do I always run to him when I’m drinking?
In my mini spiral, I realize I’m still lying on Spencer, with one leg thrown over his lap and start slowly lifting myself off his very warm hard body, when I feel his chest shake. This buttmunch has been pretending to be asleep—or at the very least woke up in the middle of my internal freak out—without moving a muscle or saying a peep! I look up to see how red in the face he is from trying to keep his composure.
I pinch his nipple in retaliation. “It isn’t funny! I thought I ended up in bed with someone I couldn’t remember. Then I actually remembered what happened and it’s ten times worse.”
Spencer can’t contain it anymore and lets out a deep wave of belly laughs. “I knew you’d freak out a little once you woke up with me still in the bed. But then you tried to sneak out like a thief in the night, who might I add, would get caught immediately considering you were muttering to yourself the whole time.”
“Yeah. I tend to talk to myself whenever I’m dealing with a freak out or a problem. Honestly, I talk to myself quite a bit. It keeps me focused on the task at hand.”
I sit up fully, turning towards him lying there, shirtless. “Um, I’m really sorry that I woke you up in the middle of the night to throw myself at you. I haven’t quite figured out why you’re the one I always turn to when I’m drunk.”
He sits up against the headboard. “It’s okay. Really. Just so you know, you’re really cute when you don’t get what you want. I hope you understand why I put a stop to you getting naked in my bed.”
Groaning, I throw my hands up to my face and mutter, “On that note, I better go. I’m sure you have to get ready for work.”
He stops me before I can get up completely. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you at all . . . did you mean what you said last night?”
I move closer, but not close enough that I’d be able to knock him out with my morning breath. “I think I meant it, Spence. I’m just a little scared.”
He lets out a breath as his eyes flutter closed, and I know that was the right thing to say. When he opens his eyes again, his dimple starts to poke out. “I can work with scared. I’ll see you later today. I should be home and cleaned up by 5:30. Come over any time after in comfy clothes.”
“Wait, I thought we were going out for dinner?”
Spencer shakes his head. “I think after last night we need to be somewhere private to talk. I promise to make a meal that will rival any fancy restaurant.”
“Okay. Deal. I’ll see you later.”
***
I pretend like I wasn’t sitting in my room, completely ready and freaking out well before five rolls around.
He said to wear something comfy, which is why I’m in my favorite light-purple jersey knit pj short set with my knee-high socks and slippers. I give myself another once over in the mirror, deciding I look good enough. Or at least better than I did this morning.
Mia sits on the couch eating leftover pasta and looks up when I walk out of my room. A smirk is plastered on her face before she whistles. “Damn, Ems. He’s going todiewhen he sees your booty in those shorts. Can I creep out in the hallway to see his reaction?”
“Absolutely not, Amelia! You know I’m nervous about this, I don’t need you being your chaotic, meddling self.”
She huffs before quickly smiling. “Fine. I do hope you guys have a nice date. Don’t let your nerves about the future mess up theright now, okay? Spencer isn’t Chance. He would rather hurt himself a thousand times over than ever hurt you. That much is clear.”
“I’ll try my best. I’ll be back later.”
“I won’t wait up for you,” she says with a wink.
With a roll of my eyes, I leave our apartment and make the short walk to his door. I knock and when he opens it, I give an awkward wave.
“Emmy. Come on in,” he greets as he steps to the side, pulling the door with him.
I go to thank him for agreeing to tonight but a timer goes off.
