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The bell above the door chimed as Carli entered the nearly deserted gas station, Spencer's hands resting lightly on her hips as he trailed closely behind her. The clock had just struck ten PM; they had planned a cozy movie night, but Spencer had needed something, so they had made the short walk to the gas station a few miles from her apartment.
"What did you drag me out of bed for?" Carli asked, her hips swaying gently with each step, her movements fluid and effortless as Spencer mirrored her rhythm, his curiosity piqued by her request. Spencer's hands remained on her hips as they navigated the almost empty store, his footsteps in perfect sync with hers. He chuckled softly at her comment, his fingers lightly pressed against her curves as they moved.
"Patience, my love." His response was lighthearted, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I just need to grab something real quick." Carli was exceptional at many things-karate, ballroom dancing, archery, and more. The list seemed endless, but one crucial quality she notably lacked was patience. It was a virtue she had somehow missed along the way.
"I'm tired," she pouted, sticking out her bottom lip in a display of weariness. After a grueling day at work, all she had wanted was to curl up with Spencer for a movie night, falling asleep in his arms. Instead, she found herself at a gas station, dressed in a pair of short shorts and an oversized t-shirt emblazoned with a band logo she didn't even recognize. The contrast between her ideal evening and her current predicament was stark and frustrating.
Spencer couldn't suppress a soft chuckle at her pout, finding her impatience both amusing and endearing. He glanced down at her attire. He had to admit, she looked adorable, but he knew she valued her comfort, especially after a long day. "I know you're tired, love," he reassured her, his fingers lightly rubbing circles on her hip. "I promise this will only take a minute. Bear with me a bit longer."
"Can you just get what you came for?" Carli stopped in her tracks, her fatigue evident as she stood her ground. She was clearly done with moving, her exhaustion making it impossible for her to take another step. "Of course, sweetheart," he replied, his tone warm and reassuring. He gave her hips a gentle squeeze and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
She did as she was told, scanning the shelves of the gas station with a weary gaze. The array of snacks and treats offered little comfort, but she kept herself occupied by browsing, her tired eyes drifting from one item to the next as she waited for Spencer to finish his errand.
Spencer moved quickly through the store, his eyes scanning the shelves with purpose. He navigated the aisles with efficiency, grabbing a few items with the precise determination of a man on a mission. Within a few minutes, he had retrieved everything he needed, and he returned to find Carli standing by the shelves, her eyes flicking over the various items on display. He chuckled softly at the sight of her weary expression.
