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“Use me, Spencer. It would be fun.” No matter what he said, it didn’t make sense to me that he wouldn’t fuck me if he really wanted to—like he was just saying he wanted me because he was a nice guy and didn’t want to hurt my feelings.
He frowned. “No.”
“I don’t think you would be using me,” I clarified because I thought maybe that was why he was saying no. “It’s sex. People hook up.”
“I know. Just, trust me.”
“Ugh. Fine. I was only trying to help you empty your balls.” I tried to pull back, but Spencer tugged me to him, squeezing me in his brawny arms. “Can’t…breathe…”
“You love it, you little cuddle slut.”
I did. How had I not found a CB earlier? But then, I wasn’t sure I wanted someone other than Spencer to do it. “I think you like it too.” I nuzzled his pecs, rubbed my cheek against the hair on his chest.
“Two weeks ago I thought I hated you, and now…well, now…”
I grinned. “Now what?”
“Nothing.”
“Nope.” I rolled on top of him, which was a mistake on my part because it just made me want him more.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“Your fault. Now what?”
“You’re my friend. I said that already.”
That couldn’t have been all he was going to say. “I’m not getting off you until you tell me. If you try to stand, I’ll wrap my arms and legs around you. I’ll be attached to you the whole fucking day, and I’m relentless when I want to be.”
Spencer chuckled, his chest and stomach shaking, vibrating me. “Fine. I like this. I haven’t worked out why yet, but I might look forward to it too.”
I was stunned, and Spencer took the chance while I wasn’t expecting it and flipped me, rolling me onto my back. He lingered above me, holding himself up so he wasn’t giving me his weight the way I did him.
I said, “I think you want to be one of my best friends.”
“Ew,” Spencer teased.
“You do. Don’t lie. You want to be my CBBFF.”
“Cuddle Buddy Best Friend Forever?”
I nodded, and Spencer let out another laugh and shook his head, then surprised me by tapping the tip of my nose with one of his fingers. It felt so sweet…so comfortable. Strangely and perfectly intimate. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, then sat up. I missed the heat of him immediately.
I scooted over and sat beside him. “What are we going to do today?” I was needy. I knew that. Hopefully it didn’t push him away.
“I have to go to the center for a couple of hours. Then we can do anything.”
“Can I go with you? Maybe I can talk to Jini some more before I see Park tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
But then… “Oh shit. I need to go to the gym.”
He opened his mouth like he wanted to argue with me. There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted to tell me I didn’t need to go, and he likely thought it was shallow of me that I wanted to, but then he said, “You can do that, and we can meet up later…or you can go with me and skip a day. It won’t kill you. And if later tonight you really want to go, you can. I’ll even go with you.”
I did that sometimes, went in the evening instead of the afternoon, so I told him, “Okay. I’ll go later.”
“Deal. Now go get ready. I’ll figure out breakfast.”
I tugged on a pair of sweats. “I’ll be back.”
I went home and took a quick shower, not taking the time to jerk off even though I really wanted to come. I put on a pair of jeans and a blue, long-sleeved shirt. I fixed up my hair, brushed my teeth, and snapped a photo for Instagram.
When I knocked on Spencer’s door, he called out for me to come in. He was in the kitchen. “I made smoothies.”
“I’m not really hungry.”
“Take it just in case.” He handed one to me and kept the other for himself.
We took his car to the center, and I did end up drinking some of the smoothie.
Everyone greeted Spencer when we arrived, happy to see him. It was pretty busy on a Saturday, people working and others simply spending time together in the different rooms they had, both adults and younger people.
Like earlier in the week, Spencer introduced me to everyone. He pointed toward a hallway. “My office is the third door on the left if you need me. Otherwise, make yourself at home.”
I liked this place. There was something homey about it, and I thought maybe a large part of it had to do with Spencer.
I ignored that thought while I made my way to the library. When my phone buzzed, I tugged it from my pocket to see a text.
