𝓬𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 .ᐟ

16. who wants a virgin boy?

The team was doing paperwork at the end of the day. It was already night, they were tired, it has been a long day for everyone. Especially for Spencer.

— Have you slept together?

— What? 

Maeve stood a few meters away from them, both having a view of the girl gathering her things.

— You guys haven't done it? — Spencer gives him a look, asking him to stop the conversation. — I could swear that the whole time she was at your house you... —The man rests his hand on the brunette's shoulder. —Sex always helps me clear my mind, Spence. Maybe that will help you with your leg pain.

It was just one of the reasons Spencer didn't feel comfortable saying he was in a relationship.

Morgan takes the opportunity to give him a book, Spencer reads the title without knowing how to react to it or when Morgan bought the book or if it was his book before.

Spencer knew what he meant by clearing his mind, and that was that after Gideon left, leaving nothing but a letter, he cared more than he would like to admit, but that was a door he might not have to open now. Escape from problems with sex? It doesn't sound like something healthy. He told himself.

— Maeve.

He went to talk to her as soon as he had the chance as soon as they were both at Spencer's apartment.

Spencer looks the girl directly in the eyes, he was nervous but wanted to maintain eye contact for what he will say. Maeve glances up at him with a small smile.

— Do you want to have sex?

The boy has been holding his breath as the question left his mouth, he stood tall saying his words boldly.

Maeve laughs between nervous and confused.

— What? — A nervous laugh leaves her lips.

Spencer takes a seat in front of the girl, he was rigid, static, barely moving, his hands are resting on his own knees.

—The intercourse. Do you like it?

It was difficult to keep a straight face for Maeve.

The girl changes seats and goes to his side, analyzing the doctor's face, trying not to let out a laugh even though Spencer seemed serious in his words.

— What's wrong, Spence? —She caressed the back of the boy's hair.

The boy wouldn't be willing to tell her the truth.

— Do you want to have sex with me?

The question was confusing to Maeve. Which made her take a few minutes to respond.

— Do you want to have sex with me, Spencer? — He nods without looking at her, she presses her lips together.

— Okay.

— Is that a yes? — He stands up questioning the girl and it is she who nods this time. — Uhm. Tomorrow? T-tomorrow night. Here. W-well, not here, in the room. It's okay?

— I...Yes, It's okay.

Maeve was lying on the bed, supporting her arms, watching Spencer who was in front of her. The girl gives him a shy smile and he does the same. The boy has a condom in his hands, trying to tear the wrapper open. His sweaty hands from his nervousness prevented him from doing so.

With some shyness Maeve sits on the bed.

— Do you need help? —She whispers doubtfully, passing her hand over his shoulder.