It's Time

Be Here With Me

Too bright, I think to myself as I slowly open my eyes, admiring my surroundings. This space truly belongs to an athlete, with the championship rings, signed jerseys, team hats, and workout gear sprawled everywhere. It is chaos, beautiful chaos.

I try to gently roll my body as I notice an arm securely around my waist. I glance up, staring in awe at the man lightly snoring beside me. Spencer, my Spencer. I trace my thumb down the side of his face, and he doesn't even budge. I always joked; he could probably sleep through an earthquake.

My head rests comfortably on his chest, and I am genuinely mesmerized as I feel the subtle movement of the air entering and leaving his body. I would give anything to exist in this moment forever, bliss. My mind wanders to the past 24 hours. A whirlwind, one would describe it, although I'm not sure even that word is adequate.

Spencer laces his hand with mine before staring down into my eyes, pleading for confirmation, reassurance. I squeeze his hand and nod, watching his face light up as he smiles from ear to ear. "You ready for this," he questions with the slightest smirk on his face.

"Anything and everything with you, Spencer James," I smile, matching his enthusiasm. Just like that, I am running out of the back door, one hand entwined with Spencer and the other holding on to my necklace with every ounce of strength I have in me. We share the most genuine laugh as we experience this moment of nirvana.

We stop at a matte black Audi R8, and my eyes immediately bulge out of my head. I knew Spencer was doing well for himself, but we are standing in front of a $150,000 car. My jaw, noticeably on the ground, draws a grin from Spencer. With his free hand, he reaches in his pocket, pulling out the keys pressing the unlock button, clearly entertained by my bewildered look. He's enjoying this, seeing me gawk over this car, his car. "Trade," he says, eyeing my hand still clutching onto my necklace.

"You want me to drive this thing?!" I let out a humorless laugh, eagerly watching for a response from Spencer. He simply holds out his hand, dangling the key in front of me. He's serious. I turn towards him, smirking as I quickly release my hand from his snatching the key from him. I never back down from a challenge.

I place my clenched fist on top of his outstretched palm, slowly releasing my fingers until the necklace falls in his hand. I stare at the diamond-studded infinity sign, internally panicking about the hidden meaning behind this exchange.

"Turn around," his voice commands, and I immediately oblige. I feel his lips at the nape of my neck as soft as I remember. He leaves a trail of kisses from my neck up to my ear. The back of his free hand grazes down the side of my face stopping below my chin, gentle yet assertive.

"This never comes off again," his tone gruff as he raises his other hand containing the necklace to my eye level. He slowly places the necklace back on. I hear the clasp and feel his thumb trace over my collarbone. Instinctively, I raise my hand to trace the infinity sign now hanging from my neck—this is where it belongs.

I turn around and take one last glance at the door I've just run out of. What am I doing? I can't really do this, can I? I turn my head to look at my beautiful Spencer, coaxing myself to ignore whatever is happening on the other side of that door. I would have to deal with it; eventually, I was sure of this. Right now, however, all I want is Spencer, and I was determined to have him, regardless of the consequences.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get in!" I tease as I run around to the driver's side. I see the relief wash over Spencer's face as he slowly lowers his shoulders that had noticeably tensed after our moment with the necklace.

"Anywhere and everywhere with you, Olivia Baker!" He winks at me, climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

I push the button to start the car turning to glance at Spencer. This is wrong, my head screams at me, but the feeling I get in my gut when I am lost in his eyes tells me a different story. I lean over, pecking his cheek before readjusting myself in the driver's seat. "Buckle up," my voice light and free as I switch the gear to drive, speeding away from the impending tragedy behind us.