What Goes Around Comes Around

Amur Daylily

I woke up with arms wrapped tightly around me, the sun shining in my eyes, a soft snore in my ear. I tried to silently and gently get out of bed without waking Spencer, but he woke up anyway.

"Jordan?"

"Good morning, Spence."

He sat up and looked at me. His face was still droopy with sleep. His eyes squinted in the sun, his hair a mess mop on his head. He looked beautiful.

"What are you looking at?" he asked me.

"You."

"What about me?"

"You're just so beautiful."

Spencer blushed. I doubted anyone had ever told him that before. He smiled before saying, "you are too."

He leaned in to kiss me but I pushed him back. He looked at me confused.

"Gross, man!" I said. "Morning breath. Go brush your teeth and then we'll talk. For a germaphobe, I thought you'd think about that."

Spencer sighed and jumped right out of bed. He rushed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

While he did so, I pulled out my phone to use my trusty friend Google.

"Is it safe to sleep while you have a concussion," I mumbled to myself as I typed.

Instantly, several articles popped up, all debunking Spencer's claim last night.

"That sneaky bastard," I whispered to myself with a smile playing on my lips.

As soon as Spencer was out of the bathroom, I was in. I hurriedly brushed my teeth and got dressed before coming back out.

"And now, Doctor Reid," I said, walking closer to him. "Now you can kiss me."

I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. And then I had to get on my toes because he was so goddamn tall. And finally, he closed the gap. This kiss was different than the last one. Less awkward. Spencer was getting more confident with himself. I was happy about that.

When we finally pulled apart, Spencer looked down at the floor.

"I, um," he cleared his throat. "I didn't know guys had such soft lips."

I let out a little laugh.

"I use chapstick," I told him. "Now come on. I'm starving."

~

"There are my boys!" Gina excitedly greeted us as the bell rang as we entered the diner. "Don't remind me." She thought for a second. "Jordan and Spencer!"

"That's right," I said with a laugh.

She led us to the same booth we had eaten at the night before, this time with menus right away.

"What can I get you to drink?"

"He is going to need coffee with an ungodly amount of sugar," I said, pointing to Spencer. He blushed slightly at my teasing tone.

"And he is going to have a chocolate milk," Spencer ordered for me.

Gina gave us a look before walking away.

"How did you know I wanted chocolate milk?" I asked, stunned.

"Last night you told me that you used to love to have it for breakfast when you were little," he said with a shrug.

I smiled. I was about to bring up last night when Gina came back with our drinks and took our orders.

"So," I said when she left. "I did a little research."