Hours passed and Spencer’s head remained on my chest, his arm flung over my stomach. I shifted slightly so I wouldn’t wake him, one of my legs tingling from being in the same place for too long. Contentment washed through me as I listened to the gentle sound of his breathing. His eyes danced under his lids, and I wondered what he was dreaming about, if perhaps he ever dreamed about me?
Fuck.
How could I keep things light, to play the old game of recreational love now that he’d walked back into my life? My eyes fluttered shut, and I recalled the vow, that idealistic promise we’d made to each other that long ago night when we went our separate ways.
“... if you’re still single and I’m still single by, I don’t know, twenty years from now… I can’t even think of you with anyone else. I will
