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Chapter 17 Overthinking

Spencer's POV

After I decided to take a nap. I dreamed. Hey, I didn't consider it as a nightmare. That's weird. Anyways, I was dreaming about this guy. Trying to picture him. How does he look like? Let's say a tall guy with brown hair and..maybe green eyes? Or maybe black hair with hazel brown eyes? Or a blond hair? What? Who am I kidding? What on earth would make a blond guy look to an ugly girl like me. I doubt that. I kept imaging a blurry figure holding me, feeding me and sleeping with me in his embraces. I kept imagining everything he does to me but I couldn't see him. Let's collect clues. His skin is really soft. His touch is so gentle. He's strong, I think. He's muscular, that's for sure. I think he has lined pecs. And.. a six pack? Right? Is he a poor guy who never had a chance to touch a girl? Maybe that's why he doesn't care about the girl's appearance, He just wants some girl to fuck? I didn't mean to use the 'f' word. Is that even a dream or overthinking? But I don't feel like he's poor or illiterate. I don't know I just feel like he's not. I mean he's not aggressive, he's really gentle, he knows how to cook, which is really surprising and most importantly he's always cleaned. He always smells great. I dreamed that after everything he did, he faded, suddenly, for no good reason. Then, everything went black and I was deep in my sleep. Until someone called my name. 

"Spencer?" A familiar voice said, softly.  Am I still dreaming? Is that him? I moved my head to the other side, moaning, in annoyance. Why would someone wake me up? "Spencer?" The voice repeated, chuckling. I moaned deeper, seeking rest. I give up I'm awake now. Semi-awake to be honest. "Spencer? Are you awake?" I want to know who's this. 

"W-Who is this?" I asked, huskily. Still semi-conscious.  I tried to sit down, thinking. Who might it be? Until I realized that it's the guy. I froze, half-sitting, half-lying. "Oh my god, a-are you, oh my god, I'm so sorry, I swear I was awake, I swear, I just slept, please, I'm so sorry ..I-I-I didn't mean to disobey you I swear, please, please I-" I blurted out. He must be mad at me right now. He warned to wake up early, yesterday. He might hurt me for disobeying him, right? Spencer! you're such an idiot and a trouble maker! I thought to myself. I am, indeed. That's why I deserve what's going to happen to me next. Fear started to fill my body like floods sinking a whole town. 

"Hey hey, spence it's okay I believe you." He said, softly. Wow, that's really relieving. I kinda calmed down, a bit. But I was still on the edge of freaking out. I felt him getting closer and I backed away. My hands slid and I started to freak out more as I lay down again, accidentally. 

"Please, please I'm sorry don't hurt me please." I said, cracked. While raising my hands in defense. He chuckled, I don't know why. He put my hands down. He's gonna punch me, right? "Please, please no-" I begged but I was soon interrupted by a kiss. I didn't kiss him back. I never did. Despite this, he always kissed me passionately. He always consumes my breathes during any kiss. And so he did in this one. After he pulled away I breathed heavily, scared. I felt so guilty, I kept apologizing. I don't know why but I just don't want to arouse his outrage. He kissed me one more time, inhaling. Then, he carried me. What? Why? What have I done? I asked him where are we going and he answered 'inside', chuckling. Then, he dressed me up. And brushed my hair. God, he was so gentle, yet arousing. I tried to contain myself as much as I could. We left the house. I didn't know where we going. So, I just waited for a while. He guided me somewhere. I couldn't stop myself from asking. 

"C-Can I ask you something please?" I asked, hesitantly. Dreading the answer, a bit. 

"Yea?" 

"W-Where are we?" I asked as we sat somewhere. 

"At the hospital." He said in a calm voice. I froze. My heart instantly dropped. 

"W-What? Why?" I blurted out, panicking.