“Come back upstairs, Spence.”

“Don’t call me that! You’ve got no right to call me that.” The lady started to get up. She was close to me now, staring me down.

“Look here lady, it’s obvious Spencer doesn’t want to be disturbed. So why don’t you run back upstairs and leave her here with me? It’s clearly where she wants to be.” By the time she was finished with that sentence, I had already come up with 49 different ways to kill her. I looked over at Spencer, my eyes pleading with hers. She tried to stand up but fell back down. I quickly leaned over and grabbed her, holding her up. I pulled her closer to me.

“What are you doing?” The lady now had her arm on Spencer, pulling her away from me. I was getting annoyed now.

“I’m taking her back to the room. I think she’s had enough fun for one night, don’t you?”

The women rolled her eyes. “Fine, whatever,” she said before walking off.

Getting Spencer back to the room proved to be tricky. She was easily distracted by our surroundings, often breaking free from my grip to examine potted plants or to play with the lift buttons.

We finally made it inside. I let her fall to the bed. It was now almost 5 a.m. I let out a sigh. I really needed to get some sleep. I made my way over to the bed and got in. I heard Spencer’s breathing even out and figured she was already sleeping. I closed my eyes, but that only lasted for a few seconds. Spencer began speaking to me, her words jumbled together. I really had to concentrate to make out what she was saying

“I didn’t sleep with her…” It really wasn’t any of my business, Spencer was now facing me, her body close to mine. Her fingers were tracing circles on the material of my t-shirt.

“Okay.” I didn’t know what else to say

“Would you be jealous?” I was suddenly aware that the circles were no longer being traced on the thin material of my shirt. Rather, her fingers had found their way onto my abdomen and were stroking my skin, making me feel a new kind of warmth.