“Spencer…”

“…I don’t want to talk,” she growled pulling me down on top of her, she laid on the bed with her arms wrapped tightly around me.

“You never want to talk,” I sighed brushing some of her hair behind her ear.

“A lot can be accomplished with no words,” she purred rubbing her nose back and forth on my neck making my legs feel like jelly.

“That is true but a lot can be accomplished with words,” she sighed pulling away from me lying flat on her back staring at the ceiling, “Spence…” leaning up on my elbow so I was hovering over her, I traced her features with my eyes taking everything in that I could, “Can we talk please?” Her eyes closed as if trying to force everything around her to disappear, licking her lips as I traced her jaw line soothingly, “Open your eyes pretty baby…I don’t want to go to long with out seeing your beautiful blue eyes.” I whispered quietly to her.

A soft smile ghost her lips as a blush worked her pale skin which just made my heart scream happy as she was just the most attractive, good-looking, gorgeous, stunning girl I’d ever laid my sights on, “You flatter me…” she joked back in a whisper.

“Not enough I’m sure,”

Blue surrounded brown as she opened her eyes to stare into me, “So what do you want to talk about?”

Smirking I continued to stroke her cheek and jaw calmly, “Well…how bout…” I looked away from her toward the ceiling as if thought before turning back to her, “favorite color?”

“That’s what you want to talk about?” raising an eyebrow in confusion, I nodded my head, “Purple…yours?”

“Lilac…um first memory?”

Spencer took a deep breath  squinting her eyes a bit in thought, she chuckled a bit, “Okay I got it…I was about three and my dad had a meeting to attend but I was sick and Glen was at school so he had to take me with him so he got a friend to watch Glen for the weekend. We loaded onto a horse just one with all our stuff needed for camping and headed off towards place located three towns away. All the bouncing made me nauseous but I didn’t say anything so ended up throwing up all over the horses head, I thought my dad would yell at me for being stupid or something I mean Glen usually did…” she got a far away look in her eyes like she wasn’t in the room with me any more, “Instead he took me down cleaned me up and tucked me into a warm sleeping bag with a gentle smile he got up and cleaned the horse than came over and sang me to sleep. Two days later he was shot in the leg, it’s why he uses the cane…”