24
I look down at my phone and reread the text from Spencer.
Just landed. On my way.
Short and to the point. The last few hours waiting for Spencer have seemed like the longest of my life—I just want him to get here before I lose the courage to tell him how I feel. The entire time since I talked to him all I can think about is what he wants to say to me. I can’t decide which one of us should go first. If I go first and tell him how I feel he might have something completely different on his mind. If he goes first and tells me something like he met some woman… well, that would just break my heart. I think I need to just go first and so that I’m certain I won’t hold back and not tell him how I really feel.
I force myself to not think about all of the ways talking to Spencer could go horribly wrong. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. I know he’s going to be here at any moment and I want to be in a good space emotionally.
The doorbell rings and I stand up. I feel dizzy and have to close my eyes. I put my hand on my chest and feel the pounding of my heart. The doorbell rings a second time and I head downstairs to get it. Gina asked if she should stay, but I sent her home… I don’t want anyone to witness what’s about to happen in case I make a complete fool of myself.
He rings the doorbell a third time as I put my hand on the handle and pull it open. Spencer steps inside and wraps his arms around me before I say anything. He sighs as he hugs me.
"Hi." he says.
"Hi."
Spencer lets me go and I close the door. I follow him into the living room and sit down on the couch, leaving about a foot between us.
“I need to tell you something,” I say.
“Alright, but I need to tell you something first.”
Crap. I open my mouth to try and start talking first, but he starts before I can even think of what to say.
“The thing is, Amy… I didn’t tell my mom we’re just friends because… well, it’s painful, but I know that I need to tell you.”
“Spencer, you don’t have t….”
“Amy, please… before I lose my nerve. My dad and my sister… they died, about seven years ago and I don’t really talk about it. It was when I was still living in Colorado and thinking about moving to L.A. to be an actor. I was almost sixteen at the time… I won’t ever forget that day. My dad, he picked my sister up from soccer practice and they were heading home and….”
A tear rolls down his cheek and I scoot close to him on the couch and put my hand on his arm.
“And… a drunk driver came across the center line and hit them head-on at sixty. My dad and my sister died, Amy, and it was awful. I’ve… I’ve never seen my mom as happy since before then as when she assumed we were together.”
I feel terrible for thinking that he had some less legitimate reason for holding back. I get it now… I just wish he would have told me, but I get why he didn’t. Spencer takes a deep breath and turns to me. I reach up and wipe a tear from his face. I force myself to smile for no other reason than to try and cheer him up.
“The thing is… it made me realize how short life is. It was hard for me to move to L.A., but I knew I had to go after my dream of becoming an actor… my dad wouldn’t have wanted me to do anything else. He believed in me more than anyone.”
I can feel tears starting to well in my eyes. I take a deep breath and calm myself down as I try not cry.
“Why did you go to Salem? You could have told me that over the phone,” I say.
Spencer shakes his head and looks deep into my eyes.
“It’s because of that… that awful tragedy. Like I said, it made me realize how short life is… and the moment you got on that plane and left… well, I felt like a part of me had been ripped out and I would never be the same. Even if me telling you this leads nowhere… well, I had to try… I had to tell you how I feel. Amy, spending every day with you these last couple months has been the most amazing time in my life and I don’t want to be without you. I need to be with you.”
I didn’t expect him to feel that way about me.
I move even closer to Spencer and put my arms around his neck. I press my lips against his and my world spins as a spark deep inside me bursts into a hot heat. I was so worried that a guy like Spencer couldn’t like a girl like me, when really he felt the same way about me. He breaks the kiss, runs his hand through my hair and brushes it behind my ear.
“Now… why the heck did you show up at my house?”
That undeniable confidence is back in his voice. I can feel my cheeks burning as he looks at me.
“I… I realized that I wasn’t supposed to be in Salem. I knew that I needed to tell you how I felt and that if I didn’t I would probably regret it the rest of my life.”
He laughs and kisses me again. This time I feel his tongue as he slips it into my mouth and I press mine against it. I break the kiss and sit back.
“How come you waited so long to say something?” I say.
“Me? Why is it always the guy’s job?”
“I don’t know… but you’re Spencer Thomas. It’s a little intimidating trying to tell you that I want to be with you. Do you have any idea what that’s like?”
He moves in for another kiss, but slides his mouth to my ear instead. Spencer wraps his arms around me as his warm breath falls on my neck.
“I’m just Spencer and you’re just Amy. That’s all that matters.”
I smile as he kisses my neck. I don’t know what my future holds, but I have a pretty good feeling that Mr. Thomas is going to have a pretty prominent role in it and I couldn’t be happier.
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