44- Wish You Didn't

“But last night wasn't one of them.” His confession replays itself in my head like a broken recorder.

My eyes desperately search for any traces of lies in his face and eyes. Even after searching for almost a minute I come out empty handed. His way of looking at me is enough to make me believe he is telling the truth. His heart skips several beats and the army of butterflies in my stomach multiplies by tenfold in mere seconds.

“You…..You.” I fail to make any coherent sentences even though I have a lot in my mind right now.

“Yeah. I'm telling the truth.” He decides to help me out. Thank God that he can somehow read my mind.

“Oh.” I blink my eyes at him before averting my gaze at the ground.

Before my mind can register what is happening, I can feel being pulled into Spencer's chest and then he turns us around. What's he doing in front of everyone? Though one part of me panics, the other part is dying with happiness.

Hug him back. My conscience orders me. I try to refuse. I don't kn