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Spencer and Bailey got back home, their arms full of snacks, drinks and movies.
"Can we do this over your house? I'll clean up after?"
He shrugged. "No problem. Do you need to change?"
She nodded. "So you think I can just steal one of your hoodies?"
Spencer did not mind one bit. To see her in his clothes...
"Vince is at home."
"He's welcome, I like Vince."
Spencer tensed.
"He's so goofy and funny, and he seems nice."
"He ate my cake. He's the devil."
"Oh hush. You don't need cake."
He set the bags town at the door, his keys in hand. Tugging his shirt up to reveal his abs.
"I think I can have some cake."
She blushed, smacking his hard stomach. Her hand almost got stuck it felt so nice.
"Do you know who needs to eat more cake?"
"Who?" he unlocked the door.
"You. You're not normal yet."
"Why are you so set on making me fat?"
They went into the house, setting everything down on the table.
"Don't say you're fat again," He ordered.
"You are almost the right size for your stature. You're perfect the way you are. Not everyone can be a twig. Not everyone wants a twig."
Bailey was curious, not really understanding the context.
It seemed she could only pinpoint insincerity. When it came to someone actually feeling something for her she was blind.
"I know a lot of a men who prefer curves."
"Curves is a nice way of saying fat."
She put the drinks the freezer.
Upset, Spencer was determined to prove his point. So he approached her. Bailey looked at him. He stretching out his hand, tracing her outline from her torso t.o her hip.
"Curves. That's curves. That's not fat, you run everyday, you eat healthy. And this," his hands settled on her hips.
"Is the result. The perfect Coke bottle figures."
"A what," she was breathless.
"You know a Coke bottle looks like. It has curves. Just like you. Top heavy, bottom heavy all around perfect. Good?"
She nodded, speechless.
Reluctantly, he let go of her. "You don't see it, but frankly you are sexy as hell."
He looked away. "It's hard to be friends with a woman who looks like you y'know."
Saying nothing more, he went into his room getting his hoodie. He tried to calm his hard on and divert his thoughts.
Vince.
That did it.
After he got his smallest hoodies he knocked on Vince's door.
"Yeah?'
"We want you come drink and watch movies with us. Come out."
"Not right now, Spencer."
"Fine. Then you explain it to Treasure."
"Bailey's here?"
Spencer did not like how eager he sounded.
"...Yes. We're hanging out over here and she wanted to invite you."
"Okay I'm coming."
"Why the f**k are you so happy all of sudden."
"Because Bailey's here." He opened his door. "Move Jerk. I wanna see Bailey."
"Maybe you should go back to your room."
Spencer followed Vince out the hallway. "Maybe you should try not to be peanut butter and Jelly."
Spencer stared at her s cousin.
"I worry about you sometimes."
"Sounds valid. Where's my Bailey?"
"She's not your Bailey," He growled.
Vince saw Bailey in the kitchen and ran up to her like a kid. "Bailey!"
He hugged her. "Got more cake?"
"You ate my cake you crusty son of a-"
"Children, children. Settle down. I making popcorn."
"You guys pick the movie I'll end up falling asleep anyway."
So they did. And when Baily came it down she sat in the pullout couch the the boys, in the middle.
The couch was pulled out so everyone could fit comfortably. Spencer was uncomfortable though.
Bailey fell asleep during the beginning of the movie, her head lolling onto his shoulder.
Feeling her hot breath on his neck, made the back of his hairs stand up. So he repositioned her.
Somehow she ended up face down on his lap. Spencer closed his eyes.
"C'mon Treasure don't do this to me."
But every time he would reposition her she found herself back on him somehow.
Vince was annoyed with all the moving.
"Bruh, just hold her, so I can get some peace."
Spencer laid her head on his bare chest, cradling her in his arms. She just kept moving until she was sleep on top of him, her head in his neck, her arms lazily around his neck.
Spencer relished in her touch. He fought back a moan when she grinded against him.
But when he finally got to sleep it was the best sleep her had in a while
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