Say I'm Yours

Make You Remember

*Bonus chapter, enjoy!*

Of all the times for her hair to not comply, Olivia didn't think it would be today. She was getting ready for her date, and everything was going wrong. She dropped her cell phone in the sink this morning, zipper on her dress fell apart, and her washing machine stopped working which made it hard for her to wash some of her clothes. Two hours from now, Chris Jackson Hicks would be picking her up for their first date, and if the day kept going like it was, surely it would be an mess. She grabbed her now dried out phone, texting Jayla for further reassurance.

Olivia: What if my outfit's not cute enough?

Jayla: Would you stop? I know what you're trying to do. You look great and I'm sure Chris won't disagree.

Olivia: Says you not him!

Jayla: He's gonna think your perfect! Do I have to drag myself off this couch and come to you?

She could be acting an little ridiculous, sign of nerves, and for the simple fact that this was her first real date with anyone besides Spencer.

Olivia: Nah, I'm good. Minor setback.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, swiping the screen, expecting some smart reply from Jayla.

Spencer: So, hot date tonight huh?

She dropped the phone with an scream. She hasn't heard from him in an week and he's just now hitting her with an text. She stared at her phone, as it lights up once again. Slowly, she bends to grab it with the next text flashing across the screen.

Spencer: Olivia, I know you see me texting you. You forgot to turn off your stupid read receipts. Were you even gonna tell me about this?

Her fingers gripped the phone, grumbling under her breath, not caring to get into this with him, especially not tonight.

Olivia: Yes, and no. Not really.

She responds, waiting for the next text, her anxiety beginning to grow. All of it getting to be too much, she began to pace. She knows the man enough to know that her response wouldn't please him. He demands answers, and he could get very pushy. One word responses wouldn't suffice but nothing else came after that. Realizing she's being crazy, she tosses her phone to the couch, heading for the room. Her outfit sat on the bed, running through her mental list of everything she needed to do. On the bedside table, sat her tiara. She wore it for the day to remind herself not to eat a lot. Then her mind flashed to Spencer and his dumb pop quiz of her plans for the night. She walked over, grabbing it, putting it back in her closet, wanting nothing to make her think about him. Not even five minutes later, she hears an knock on the door. Olivia's stomach plummets because she knew who it was without seeing them. Felt it in her bones. He's behind that door. Another knock sounds. Her heart races with every step she takes. With her hand on the handle, she released an deep breath, opening it. Like clockwork, there Spencer was. His coils were slicked back in place, his brown eyes trained on her. Air in the room shifts as he pushed forward, and she retreats. Her movement isn't enough to hold him back and before she can stop it, his arms surround her waist, clinging her against his chest.

"Spencer!" 

She starts to object, until his mouth crushed on hers. Her hands fought against his chest, trying to resist the feeling. The mind told her to stop him, but the matters of the heart led her hands to pull him in closer. Dainty fingers tangled in his coils, holding him tight as his tongue slid across her lips, her mouth letting him enter. His hands explored her body, fisting her fingertips through her soft strands. He yanked her head back, baring her neck planting rough licks and suckles against tender skin. An moan relinquished feeling Spencer nip beneath her earlobe.