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This part is really short but I don't think some of you will care. (;

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REBECCA PROV.

"Rebecca?" Spencer's voice came from the right of me, as felt a hand on my back.

"I-I'm fine." I smiled and pulled the towel tighter around myself, "Just thinking." I stood up, feeling self conscious about being in a towel and nothing eles.

"What's wrong." Spencer asked me and titled my head up to make me look at him. I didn't answer and couldn't help but notice how close he is and how his eyes kept flickering from my eyes to my lips. His hand cupped my face, making me lean forward. I didn't protects as he leand towards me just inches from me. He stopped and  looked up at me as to ask for permission, I took the chance to looked at his eyes more closely, from a distance they appear completely black but in reality the  sclera and iris are back but the pupil still have a hint of brown. I nodded at his unasked question and he leand down and met his lips with mine. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around his neck and placed one of my hands in his hair, pulling at it. Spencer removed his hand from my face and placed both of his hands under my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tighten my arms around his neck, not caring about the pain in my hand. Spencer started walking and I soon felt my body being dropped on the the bed, Spencer never stopped kissing me. I couldn't even think straight as ours lips moved in sonic. He slowly moved from my mouth to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. When he started nipping on my neck is when I was brought to the harsh reality that I was in nothing but a towel, something that could easily be ripped away.

"S-Spencer." I manage to get the word out of my mouth after a few tries and reluctantly removed my hands from this hair. I placed my hands against his chest and used the little strength I had and pushed against him, hoping he would get the point. Instead he started to nip at my neck more untill I felt a unbearable pain and couldn't help but let out a small scream. Spencer seemed to snap out of it and climbed off of me,  grabbing my arm and pulling me with him. Guilt covered his face as he looked at my neck. I brought my shaky hand up to the curve of my neck and felt a sting from touching it but swiped my hand across it any way, bringing it back down to look at it.

"Did you bit me?" I yelled in disbelief as I continued to stare at my hand coverd in blood.

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To be honest- I have fear of mirrors and a phobia of  jewelry. (Can this count as a Tbh? I don't know but we'll go with it. XD)

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