The Soft Whispers of Love
Spencer slightly tilted his head, then pressed his forehead against mine.
While our breaths interlaced, he closed his eyes, as if trying his best to calm himself down.
"Also, do you even know how to kiss? My lips are all swollen."
"Kaylee," Spencer said without opening his eyes.
He loosened his grip on my waist ever so slightly.
His fingers were long and powerful, and even though he was holding my waist over the hoodie, it still felt both painful and torturous.
"Spencer…"
I could not help but frown and wanted to push his hands away, but Spencer just grabbed hold of my fingers.