Say You Won't Let Go

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Hi loves, I never intended to go an whole month to update but troubles with inspiration, second-guessing/lack of confidence,  and being sick definitely put me at an pause. Anyway, here's the next chapter on this one. Listen to the song when you read.

How did I let this happen?

I should be in Harlem, but I just can't be apart from her.

I struggled enough removing her from my private thoughts...after this, I'm completely stuck. I'm caught in her web and there's no going back.

Spencer laid there, eyes wide open to the ceiling, deep in his mind. Feeling Olivia shift in her position against him, he draws her into the corner of his arm, trailing his fingers along her soft skin. Flipping onto the side, Olivia's orbs lift up slowly towards him.

"Spence?" Her soft spoken voice interrupting the quietness silence can bring. Arching his brow as their eyes meet.

"Were insane, aren't we?" An low chuckle escapes him.

"Maybe"

"So.... what now?" 

She inquires quietly. Spencer takes an pause, considering all possibilities. The ones that could be attained but remained an mystery.

"I don't have all the answers yet, but I think we should talk more. I'll travel to you as often as I can. We'll figure it out as we go" 

Her eyes glisten as an smile forms on her lips.

"I'm good wit that answer"

"I'm good wit you. I like you so much, Liv"

"Me too" 

She confesses with her smile expanding.

"Is that right? How much you like me girl?"

"Way more than I wanna admit"

"Because?"

 She presses her elbow upward against the bedsheet, resting the empty palm against her cheek.

"I anticipate you being more trouble than you seem" 

Spencer laughed at the comment, going to tickle her ribs.

"Trouble, word?" 

Laughter occupied the tiny space, as she wiggled underneath him. This felt like a dream come true for Spencer, the woman he waited his whole life to have was staring him in the face. He brings her closer, fearful of this moment ending as quickly as it started. With his luck, it probably would. Olivia was the unattainable woman, one that can't be tamed to one place or thing. Olivia's face frowned up, grazing her fingers against his cheek, recognizing the slight distance he had with her while in his thoughts.

"Spencer...you good?" 

Shaking his head away from the dangers of his inner ideas that tend to go rampant. He traces her bottom lip with his finger, intrusive thoughts winning the race.

"I'm just wondering about all the other ways to keep you in trouble"

"Hmm, there's more?" 

Giving an alluring smile, seducing him with her eyes, ill intentions slipping through. Taking the initiative to roll them on her back, the heat of her middle pulses. Open palm squeezed his ass, hauling him against the warmth of her body.

"Oh yeah baby, so much more"

After indulging into each other some more this morning, the pair got ready for the day's festivities and worries.