"Okay," I answered before obediently wrapping the blanket around myself.

I could not help myself and stole a look at him while he was focused on driving.

Whenever he had a blank expression, it always appeared as if he was very aloof and unapproachable.

There were a lot of girls at our college who liked him, but none dared to let him know their feelings.

He was roommates with Andrew.

I often went to Andrew's dorm. Every time I went there, Spencer always acted as if he hated me.

And like now, even though he came to pick me up, his attitude was still cold and stand-offish.

When he shoved me into the car earlier, he had not been gentle. My wrist was still aching, and there was even a red ring around it.

There was no way anyone could tell that he secretly harbored feelings for me.

I slowly lowered my eyes.

The events in my dreams were slowly coming true.

But now because of the changes I had made, a lot of things were changing in response too.

In that case, would Spencer still like me?

If he did not have those feelings, then would I not just be causing him a lot of trouble by doing all this?

"Going back to the dorm?" Spencer asked while turning around to look at me.

My heart skipped a beat. I do not know what came over me, but I answered, "Yes, back to your dorm."

Spencer gripped the steering wheel and snorted. "Andrew won't be coming back tonight."

"I know."

My hands that were clutching the edge of the blanket slowly tightened. "I'm not going there for him."

The car abruptly pulled over to the side.

Spencer turned around to look at me. The iciness in his eyes gave me a chill.

"Kaylee, don't you dare involve me in your games."

"I'm not…"

He stared at me for another beat, then took out his phone.

"I'll get you a cab. You can go back by yourself."

"Spencer…" I bit down on my lip and lunged for his phone.

"Kaylee."

He stared at me, but there was no anger or disgust in his eyes. However, they appeared bottomless, as if they were hiding all sorts of emotions.

I was suddenly overcome with an indescribable sadness.

"Spencer, I don't want to go back to my dorm room. They'll all laugh at me. I don't dare to go home either. Can you let me stay in yours for one night…" I said in a small voice while hiding his phone behind my back.

"But, if you really hate me, and don't want to see me, then… never mind."

The moment I finished speaking, tears started to fall soundlessly from my eyes.

Spencer did not say anything else to me, but he started his car again.

The car headed in the direction of the campus, and, finally, he parked in front of his dorm.

I followed Spencer into his dorm room.

He went to the closet to get me a clean hoodie and said, "The bathroom is over there."

Spencer was quite tall, so the hoodie was rather big on me. It just about reached my knees, like a dress.

After a shower, I put the hoodie on and came out with my bare legs showing.

Spencer glanced at me before averting his eyes.

I walked past Andrew's bed and went to sit on Spencer's. My hair was dripping wet, and soon enough the sheets had turned damp.

The fragrance from the shampoo and body gel I had used all smelled of Spencer.

In that small place, similar fragrances started to diffuse and swirl, causing an unspeakable sense of romance to burgeon.

Spencer grabbed a box of cigarettes and lightly cleared his throat. "I'm going to go smoke," he said as he headed out to the balcony.

I studied his bed out of curiosity. The bed sheets and blanket were a light gray color, and everything looked clean.

There was a computer and books on the desk. They were also arranged nicely.

I was about to go look at the trinkets on his desk when my phone suddenly rang.

The name flashing across the screen was none other than "Andrew."

I did not answer.

Soon enough, the phone started ringing again, and it appeared as if the other person had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

I simply muted my phone and placed it back into my bag.

"Spencer," I yelled out to the balcony.

He quickly turned around, put out his cigarette, then walked over. "What's wrong?"

I was sitting on the bed and had to lift my head to be able to look at him.

Spencer locked eyes with me for two seconds then looked away.

However, I managed to catch how his earlobes were turning slightly red.

"I've gotten your sheets wet. They can't be slept on now."

He glanced at me, then at the wet patches on the sheets. His Adam's apple bobbed forcefully before he turned around and handed me a towel.

"Go blow dry your hair first. I'll change the sheets so you can sleep."

With that, he went to grab clean sheets from the closet.

I clutched onto the towel and could not help but smile while thinking about how his ears turned red earlier.

After I finished blow-drying my hair, Spencer had also changed the sheets.

"You go ahead and sleep."

"What about you?"

He pulled out his chair, and without even glancing back, he said, "I'll be gaming."

"Okay."

I sat on his bed feeling a little disappointed.

Spencer was just about to put on his earphones when his phone suddenly rang.

He glanced down at the screen, then glanced over at me before picking up the call.

"Andrew? What's up?"

My heartbeat quickened, and I unconsciously held my breath.

"Yes, I'm in the dorm room.

"You're saying someone saw Kaylee come into our building?"

Spencer turned to face me again. "I…"

Out of desperation, I did not wait for him to finish his sentence. Instead, I walked right over, straddled him, and hooked my arms around his neck.

Right when Spencer was about to push me away, I leaned in and whispered right into his ear, "Spencer, tell him I'm not here."

My hands, which were still on his neck, could feel his skin suddenly burning up.

I could see the veins that were running down his neck popping, while his Adam's apple bobbed vigorously. Even his heartbeat was racing.

I tilted my head upward to look at him while he lowered his eyes to look at me. Deep within the recesses of his eyes, a hint of desire was swirling.

"No, I've been here the whole time.

"She's not here. Yup, you should ask someone else."

With that, Spencer promptly hung up the call.

He tossed his phone, then he wrapped his fingers around my waist.

He gripped me tight and then enveloped me in his arms.

I suddenly, and very clearly, felt a fiery volcano beneath me.

My ears rang loudly, and my first thought was to run away.

However, Spencer only held me even tighter.

"Kaylee," he rasped.

His warm breath fell on my ear and on the side of my neck.

I shrank away wanting to hide, but his lips fell straight onto mine.

"Don't tempt me… I don't want to do anything to you in a place like this."

"Spencer…"

I shifted a little, wanting to adjust how I was sitting, but instead felt the volcano becoming so ferocious, it seemed as if it was about to erupt.

When we finally came up for air, I grabbed the opportunity to ask, "If you don't want to do anything to me, then why are you kissing me?"

Spencer slightly tilted his head, then pressed his forehead against mine.

While our breaths interlaced, he closed his eyes, as if trying his best to calm himself down.

"Also, do you even know how to kiss? My lips are all swollen."

"Kaylee," Spencer said without opening his eyes.

He loosened his grip on my waist ever so slightly.

His fingers were long and powerful, and even though he was holding my waist over the hoodie, it still felt both painful and torturous.

"Spencer…"

I could not help but frown and wanted to push his hands away, but Spencer just grabbed hold of my fingers.

"Kaylee, stop moving." His hands immediately fell on the small of my back. "I'll be more gentle this time."

My whole torso was gathered tightly into his arms.

This time, the kiss was long but also tender. Toward the end, he slightly lost control and deepened the kiss considerably.

"Spencer…"

I thumped him lightly as we broke the kiss and gasped for air. Then, I opened my mouth and bit down on him.

"Kaylee," mumbled Spencer in a very scratchy voice.

His whole body was tense, and the skin under my hands was so hot that it felt like my body would melt because of it.

Suddenly, Spencer buried his face in my neck and gave a low grunt.

The volcano had erupted and was now slowly calming down.

But soon enough, it was on the verge of another eruption.

Spencer gently pushed me off him then helped me to stand up.

I could not help but notice that he had an odd expression on his face, and that there was a mysterious smell in the air.

My curiosity got the better of me. "Spencer, what happened to you just now?"

His ears were so red they looked as if they were bleeding.

Though he was normally aloof, his eyes were now flooded with heavy lust.

"I'm going to go take a shower."

He stood up, lowered his eyes, and adjusted my hoodie that had ridden up.

"You should sleep first."

I did not have a chance to say anything before Spencer rushed into the bathroom.

When the shower started running, I was rolling around in Spencer's bed and using the back of my hands to cool my burning face down.

I could sort of guess what had transpired earlier.

It was just that Spencer was statuesque and played a lot of sports, so there were defined muscles all over his body. He also had a high-bridged nose and a sharp jawline. Even his fingers were long and powerful.

That was all to say, he did not seem to be the kind of guy who finished so quickly.

Unless he never had a girlfriend or been intimate with a girl before?

Joy seeped through my body as this thought occurred to me.

While laying on Spencer's pillow, my hand suddenly located a pearl earring under it—a very familiar earring at that.

It was part of the pair that I loved wearing on a daily basis.

I had accidentally lost one when I came over to see Andrew previously and could not find it no matter how much I looked.

As it turned out, Spencer had picked it up.

This caused me to suddenly remember that Spencer had this earring with him constantly in my dreams as well.

I lay dazed for a beat, then I shoved the earring back under his pillow.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped.

When Spencer walked out, he was wearing navy-colored loungewear.

After being in the steaming shower, his skin was now as clear as porcelain.

His hair lay flat on his head, and this caused his usual icy demeanor to soften.

I did not know how to explain it, but this Spencer looked kind of docile.

I was just about to call out to him, but voices suddenly rang out from the other side of the door.

My expression stiffened, and I completely turned to stone.

One of the voices from outside clearly belonged to Andrew.

Spencer's expression had also darkened, but his reaction was much faster than mine.

By the time Andrew opened the door, Spencer had already stuffed my clothes into the closet, my shoes under the bed, and was in the middle of climbing into bed.

There was only one night light on in the room, so it was quite dark.

I was hidden under Spencer's blanket, and there was only a slight, mostly unobvious protrusion.

Even if Andrew stepped closer, he would not find anything strange unless he really looked closely.

"Why are the lights off so early?" Andrew asked curiously.

"I got caught out in the rain and have a slight headache now," answered Spencer while he gently held onto my wandering hand.

The bed was only a little over four feet wide, and Spencer took up a lot of space with his large stature and long legs.