Say You Won't Let Go

someone like you

Olivia's day with Spencer felt something like out of an movie. Nothing heavy, just pure light-hearted and fun. They spent the day doing all the things tourists would do in the city of Miami. Food and walking tour in Havana, helicopter sightseeing, and an tour of the city by bus. The day went by smoothly and it kept their minds away from the status of their relationship, or not. Question of:

What are we? As the sun begin to set behind them, reality slipped back in. Their time together was coming to an end, and neither one of them were ready to face that. As purples skies faded from blue into black, their bubble was burst.

"I should prolly head back" 

Olivia spoke with her forehead touching against his.

"Can't have them leave without you" 

He concurred.

If I really cared about that. I just hate the idea of being away from you.

Her fingers seized the sides of the softness that was his flannel, yanking him so close she was breathing him in.

"I'm not ready to leave you yet" 

He held both sides of her face delicately, biding time until her eyes traveled back to him.

"Neither am I but, you have an tour to finish, and I have an business to run. Got time to make up for the meeting I missed out on"

"Always the rational thinker" 

Elbowing him.

"Not even. If I had my way, you wouldn't be going anywhere" 

She parted her lips, pondering thoughts leaving her on how much she wanted that, wanted him.

"Spence"

"I know, that's not what we agreed upon"

"Wish I wasn't right" 

She agrees. His brows narrowed with an laugh, bringing her lips over to his.

"You better get going before I change my mind and lock you up in my room for ransom" 

Her brow raised with an grin. He exults as she reached up to kiss him hard. Invoking and conveying her inclination to stay with him. Giving her more open opportunities to learn about the man that was easily holding up space in her heart.

"Would you think I'm crazy if I said I miss you even though I haven't gone anywhere?" 

She alluded quickly regretting it afterwards. Vulnerability has never been her strong suit, but she wanted to try and be honest with herself and him, just in the same way Spencer has been with her. And knowing she wasn't goin to see him tomorrow was upsetting to the singer.

"You're crazy if you don't miss me, I'm an very special typa man" 

She rolled her eyes playfully.

"Yeah you special alright, just be glad I know how to pick em" 

She winked as he turned his eyes over to his wrist, glancing at his watch with an grumble.

"You gotta go honey"

Honey

An word she's heard all her life. Father's favorite nickname for her mom growing up, before the alcohol and infidelity. Simone's go to for Jordan, as well as all southern men tryna talk the panties off the women they pursued. But when Spencer said it to her, it evoked an emotional response. One word, two syllables that carried so much meaning in an small way. It holds the promise of an connection that goes beyond an simple friendship. Her feet retreated an little, fingers gripping his shirt as it slipped out of her hands.