I Will Remember You

No Strings

Author's Note: Ya'll weren't getting this chapter until next week, but I felt generous this week and have had an lot of free time from my light school summer schedule, so bonus chapter of this one this week, and if ya'll thought it was hot last chapter, you may not be ready for whats in store for you on this one :) Fair warning, I have no parts of this, ya'll know who to blame, alright on to the chapter. Read until the end for an announcement! 

New York city's early morning sunlight began to trickle in through the openings in the curtains through Olivia's bedroom. Her legs were overheating in the places where the sunlight fell directly on them. Slightly disoriented and a little buzzed from last night, she tried to curl up to move them out of the light, accidentally hitting Spencer in the process. He didn't make a sound and just hummed with his eyes closed turning over on his side. She lifted her head half-way reaching for her phone squinting her eyes at the time. 5:05 am. Too early on a Sunday morning for them to be awake, considering they had only fallen asleep an few short hours ago after making up for lost time. It had been years since her and Spencer were intimate like that with each other, and though it probably wasn't the best idea, it felt almost natural for Liv to get lost in him the way she did last night. Their encounter at the bar was a surprise and she didn't mind it, but what happened once they got to her place, now that was Liv's flesh getting the best of her. But as enjoyful as it was for her, she didn't expect it to last, or turn into anything more than what it was. Ex-Sex. Pure Fucking. No more. No less. Least, that's what she told herself, but it went deeper than that and she knew it.

Her head shifted his way as she watched him sleep. Specks of sweat dripped down his forehead as he laid so peacefully. She smiled at the sight of him in her bed, lifting some of the comforter off him so he could cool down. Her head hit the pillow as she resumed her original position. She laid on her back biting her lip, tracing her fingers alongside his jaw sliding down to his bare chest. I've missed this, I've missed him.... missed that too. Her eyes were drawn to the bulge in his boxers as his chest raised and fell, blushing to herself about what they did a few hours ago. She wasn't sure of many things but one thing she was certain about, is this moment right here, and even if it wasn't meant to last, she wanted to make the best of it. She scooted closer, laying her head on his chest, smiling graciously as she fell back asleep. Few more hours peaked through the morning and Spencer was awaken by a natural urge and carefully removed himself from a very curved Olivia to relieve himself. His mind went in several directions as he thought about what happened last night and the hours before. He was happy, but also really confused. That was their first time together like that in half a decade and it was spontaneous and a bit sexy the way it played out. However, he wasn't sure what it meant.

Were they going to get back together? Did she still want to do business together? Was this a one-time thing for old time sake? He probably would be able to answer those questions more efficiently if he knew what Olivia was feeling but as of late, she wasn't doing much to open up to him, and in a way, he understood why. Sure, she left him, but he did play a part in why she ended things, she didn't feel like a factor in his life when it came down to him making one of the biggest decisions of his life, so young. Why didn't I ask her to come with me? Why did I let her leave like that? Shoulda. Woulda. Coulda. Did it matter now? He didn't know anymore. This was a conversation they needed to have but he wasn't in a rush to have because he knew what comes with it. He shook his head and stopped overthinking washing his hands before coming out of the bathroom with eyes focused directly to the beauty not even a foot away from him. Spencer bricked, instantly, at the sight of Olivia in her bed. It didn't matter how much time they spent apart, she just had a pull on him. Together, or not together, he felt God had designed him just for her, and only her. The balance of his world wasn't equal unless he was with her, and after five years, he still felt this way in the deepest parts of his soul, and he could never explain why. The silhouette of her body barely beneath the sheets was beautiful and Spencer took heavy steps toward her. The closer he got, the lighter his heart felt. He wasn't fooled. There was so much to be talked about and resolved between the two but whatever it may be that they will go through moving forward, he knew he didn't want to do it without her. Too much time had went by and he didn't want them to waste anymore, and he prayed she would feel the same, if not today, hopefully in the near distant future. From the tension in her forehead, and the scowl on her pretty face, he could tell she hadn't slept through the whole night. Important things never leave him, even the smallest details of a person and this applied to her. He stepped out of his boxers, the only article of clothing he wore to bed, becoming naked as he watched her chest rise and fall gently. The summit of her left breast spilled out the top of her camisole and the darkness of her areola teased him. He grew an inch harder as a witness. Olivia was every man's dream, with the slick mouth and pretty features to match. Spencer was the type of man who needed the aesthetic to be pleasing and Olivia was a vision, but she had hooked him because of the soul she had. His affinity to her was hard for him to ignore. He wishes he had that type of restraint, but he honestly didn't. Spencer got on his knees near the head of the bed, and watched her sleep, only able to restrain himself from touching her for a few seconds. Still, there was something about her mouth that got him excited. The way her lips curved, the way she pouted, like now. The way she used to wrap them around his dick, which took great effort not to blow too soon because the visual looking down at her, with those lips on his strength, always did something to him. He placed a thumb to her lips, and as she stirred from the dreams that arrested her, he kissed her. Olivia was a flavor, Spencer's favorite till this day. She tasted so fucking good, as he captured her tongue, sliding into the bed, lifting the sheets to join her.