Bailey tried to pretend that night never happened. Spencer wouldn't let her. While he tried to keep his hands to himself, he never neglected to remind her how much better they would be.
“I'm dating Carter!”
He snorted. “Carter? He's a cute kid, I'll give you that, but you don't like him like that.”
“How do you know?!”
“Because I know you.”
Bailey rolled her eyes, but she knew he was right. She and Carter had a lot in common, sure, but he wasn't her type.
Spencer was her type. Strong, dominant, demanding, protective.
She fought it though. She fought the feeling, the urging toward Spencer as hard as she could.
Still, nights like this happened...
It was May Friday night. Spencer had come over. They talked, played a board game or two, watched a movie. As the two main characters kisse
