would I?
Spencer pulled into the parking lot of Pasquale’s, and I whipped out my phone to call Arthur to get an update on Julian.
“Hey, no phones tonight. It’s just you and me,” Spencer said, reaching his hand over and lowering my phone. He always had a tiny bit of control freak in him.
His phone vibrated.
“You too,” I said, feeling powerless in his presence just like the old days. I felt myself reverting back to the girl who used to be who’d have done just about anything Spencer Goodwin told her to do.
“You got it,” he said, silencing his phone and slipping it into his back pocket.
As we entered the pizza place, Spencer unexpectedly slipped his arm around my shoulders. He was always a skyscraper compared to me, as he had a good eight inches on my 5’4’’ frame. I loved that he towered over me, though. He made me feel safe.
We cozied into a corner booth in the back of the restaurant, ordered a pepperoni pizza and two Coronas, and settled in.
“Just like old times,” Spencer mused, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s kind of surreal.”
“Very,” I replied, taking a swig from my bottle.
The dark wood paneling on the walls only magnified the dim lighting of the pizza place, and I was thankful for that, but across the table, Spencer’s eyes were fixated on me. I’d have given anything to know what he was thinking.
“You’re staring,” I said, blushing and covering my face with my hands. “I look awful. Stop.”
“What are you talking about? You look great, Evie,” he insisted, saying it in such a way that I wholeheartedly believed him.
Spencer had always been very particular about the way I looked when we were together. He was constantly telling me what to wear and had a penchant for picking fancy restaurants for our dates so I’d have to dress to the nines. If there was one thing I knew about him, it was that he loved for all eyes to be on him, but he’d never admit it. I always boiled it down to his deep-rooted insecurities and his need for everyone to love him, but I never minded. I only cared about the way he made me feel, like I was the only girl in the whole entire world.
“You’re just being nice,” I said. “You don’t have to lie. I don’t think I’ve ever looked this blah before around you.”
“So, what’s it like being a nurse?” he asked, switching the subject.
“I guess I don’t really feel like a nurse right now. With Julian, I just give him his meds, do a little physiotherapy, and help him get around and perform his daily living activities. I’m nothing more than a glorified caregiver, but they pay me like a nurse,” I said. The more I rattled on, the more I realized just how little I was doing lately. Julian was quickly becoming more and more independent.
“Sounds like a pretty sweet deal,” Spencer said. “Good for you.”
“How’s Vanderbilt?” I asked. “You’re a junior now, right?”
“Yep. Pre-med, still,” he said, looking down and not showing an ounce of excitement about it. His father was a doctor, and I always had a hunch Spencer was following in his footsteps just to try to please him.
“Nice,” I said, recalling how just a few years ago I’d had to tutor him in Chemistry and practically did his Biology homework for him. The sciences never were his strong suit.
The pizza finally arrived, and we ordered another round of Coronas. Halfway through my second beer, a buzzed numbness began to swallow me whole, just as it had the night before. The world around me began to disappear and I started to smile more, laughing loudly at damn near everything that spilled out of Spencer’s sexy lips. My inhibition was gone, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. In my mind, things were going very well.
Spencer shifted as he began to look uncomfortable. “People are staring, Evie. Tone it down a bit.”
God forbid people stare at him not out of jealousy for once in his life. “Sorry. I don’t drink much, these days.”
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Spencer pulled into the parking lot of Pasquale’s, and I whipped out my phone to call Arthur to get an update on Julian.
“Hey, no phones tonight. It’s just you and me,” Spencer said, reaching his hand over and lowering my phone. He always had a tiny bit of control freak in him.
His phone vibrated.
“You too,” I said, feeling powerless in his presence just like the old days. I felt myself reverting back to the girl who used to be who’d have done just about anything Spencer Goodwin told her to do.
“You got it,” he said, silencing his phone and slipping it into his back pocket.
As we entered the pizza place, Spencer unexpectedly slipped his arm around my shoulders. He was always a skyscraper compared to me, as he had a good eight inches on my 5’4’’ frame. I loved that he towered over me, though. He made me feel safe.
We cozied into a corner booth in the back of the restaurant, ordered a pepperoni pizza and two Coronas, and settled in.
“Just like old times,” Spencer mused, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s kind of surreal.”
“Very,” I replied, taking a swig from my bottle.
The dark wood paneling on the walls only magnified the dim lighting of the pizza place, and I was thankful for that, but across the table, Spencer’s eyes were fixated on me. I’d have given anything to know what he was thinking.
“You’re staring,” I said, blushing and covering my face with my hands. “I look awful. Stop.”
“What are you talking about? You look great, Evie,” he insisted, saying it in such a way that I wholeheartedly believed him.
Spencer had always been very particular about the way I looked when we were together. He was constantly telling me what to wear and had a penchant for picking fancy restaurants for our dates so I’d have to dress to the nines. If there was one thing I knew about him, it was that he loved for all eyes to be on him, but he’d never admit it. I always boiled it down to his deep-rooted insecurities and his need for everyone to love him, but I never minded. I only cared about the way he made me feel, like I was the only girl in the whole entire world.
“You’re just being nice,” I said. “You don’t have to lie. I don’t think I’ve ever looked this blah before around you.”
“So, what’s it like being a nurse?” he asked, switching the subject.
“I guess I don’t really feel like a nurse right now. With Julian, I just give him his meds, do a little physiotherapy, and help him get around and perform his daily living activities. I’m nothing more than a glorified caregiver, but they pay me like a nurse,” I said. The more I rattled on, the more I realized just how little I was doing lately. Julian was quickly becoming more and more independent.
“Sounds like a pretty sweet deal,” Spencer said. “Good for you.”
“How’s Vanderbilt?” I asked. “You’re a junior now, right?”
“Yep. Pre-med, still,” he said, looking down and not showing an ounce of excitement about it. His father was a doctor, and I always had a hunch Spencer was following in his footsteps just to try to please him.
“Nice,” I said, recalling how just a few years ago I’d had to tutor him in Chemistry and practically did his Biology homework for him. The sciences never were his strong suit.
The pizza finally arrived, and we ordered another round of Coronas. Halfway through my second beer, a buzzed numbness began to swallow me whole, just as it had the night before. The world around me began to disappear and I started to smile more, laughing loudly at damn near everything that spilled out of Spencer’s sexy lips. My inhibition was gone, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. In my mind, things were going very well.
Spencer shifted as he began to look uncomfortable. “People are staring, Evie. Tone it down a bit.”
God forbid people stare at him not out of jealousy for once in his life. “Sorry. I don’t drink much, these days.”
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