Spencer's fingers skim across the edge of your desk, trailing softly over your notebook. He opens your drawer slowly. A quiet laugh escapes him as he picks up your perfume bottle and sprays it lightly onto his wrist. Sniffs. Puts it back. You're not in bed yet. You're in the bathroom- brushing your teeth, unaware. When you came back, you freeze. You ask uncertainly "What were you doing in my room?" He grins. Relaxed. Chill, you left the light on. Figured I'd save you the electricity bill.
Comments
2________ _________
Creator
01/07/2025
Sophie677
02/07/2025