Chapter 7
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He could not help but feel a little disdain. Spencer had always appeared to keep his distance from women and was usually cold toward them. Now, it seemed like he was just as unrestrained as the rest of them mere mortals too.
If he had not guessed wrongly, Spencer was hiding a girl under his blanket. He sure knew how to enjoy himself.
However, Andrew did not want to point out his lie either. He had an okay relationship with Spencer. Even though he was slightly annoyed with how popular the guy was with the girls, that was probably the only issue. Otherwise, there were no other grievances.
Andrew turned around and walked out of the room.
When the door closed, I threw the blanket off myself in a hurry. "Spencer, I'm suffocating!"
Spencer was leaning against the headboard and watching me with those piercing eyes of his.
The dim light fell on his exquisite, sculpted features, and cast all sorts of shadows across his face.
The sight caused me to freeze. I was in a daze.
There was a saying that only true beauty could survive the test of soft lighting, and it appeared that applied to men as well.
It felt especially enjoyable to admire a hunky guy while lights and shadows played across him.
"Kaylee."
Spencer slowly pulled his torso up, then reached out a hand to brush my messy hair out of my face.
Then, he held my face and said in a serious tone, "I wasn't annoyed with you, nor was I stand-offish with you. You shouldn't listen to what he says."
With that, he removed his hands and got out of bed. "Sleep."
"What about you, Spencer?"
He grabbed his box of cigarettes and pointed to the balcony. "I need a smoke. You should sleep first."
It was right then that I suddenly sneezed.
Spencer halted his footsteps.
I grabbed hold of his sleeve and scrunched my face up with a pout. "I think I've caught a cold. My head hurts a lot."
Spencer stared at me for a bit. "Let go first. I'll go get you some medication."
After I finished taking the medication, I still refused to let him go. "Spencer, I'm a little cold. This blanket is too thin."
But this time, Spencer pushed my hand away.
"Kaylee, Andrew's long gone. You don't need to behave like this anymore."
"What has he got to do with anything?"
Spencer gave a self-deprecating snort. "Why did you go to the riverside tonight?"
The dots finally connected.
Spencer must have misunderstood after hearing Andrew talk about the girl who had jumped into the river. He had assumed I had gone there to end my life, and giving him a call and following him back to his dorm room was nothing but an attempt to take revenge on Andrew.
Truthfully, it was not a surprise that he had come to this conclusion.
For the past two years, my adoptive parents, the Johnsons, had been laying on the pressure.
After their real daughter had finally been found and returned home, they had considered sending me back to my biological parents.
In the end, they figured that I still had some worth if my marriage could bring them some form of profit, and so they reluctantly kept me around.
Thus, Andrew, to me, was like a life vest.
I had always assumed that with our relationship—we had grown up together after all—that he would pull me out of the trenches and save me.
I had put all my hope in him.
But in other people's eyes, my behavior had become a sign of my obsessive love for him.
This was especially true for Spencer.
He was Andrew's roommate. How many of my fanatical moments had he witnessed?
"Spencer…" I started to explain.
But he had already stood up. "Set an alarm so you can leave early tomorrow morning. Don't let anyone see you. It won't be good for you if rumors start."
"Spencer."
Yet, he did not stop nor did he even look back.
I clenched my jaw. "But you kissed me so many times tonight. And you even… Are you not going to take responsibility?"
Spencer stopped abruptly and turned around to face me.
I was sitting on the bed with red-rimmed eyes, but I was doing my best to not cry.
"I know you hate me. Every time I came here previously, you'd always ignore me. But I still want to thank you for picking me up tonight, and for letting me stay over."
