Spencer wraps the blanket tighter around us causing me to melt into him further. He sweeps my wet hair over my shoulder while I stare out towards the golden sunset. He plants a kiss on my temple before nuzzling his face into my neck. "Thank you," He whispers. I run my fingers through his soft curls, "For what?" "For showing me life doesn't always have to be so serious," He sighs. "I don't know what I did before you," He mutters, almost like it wasn't for me to hear.

𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓈. 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓃, 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉. 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈. 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒. lowercase intended extended description inside

𝓲 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝔀𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼, 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓯 𝔀𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 sequel to 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒿𝒶𝓃𝑒 lowercase intended

The pad of Derek's thumb slowly slides across my kiss swollen bottom lip while his dark eyes trace the movement intently. I guess I'm going to have to be the one to say what we're both thinking. "That wasn't very just friends of us."