“Did you sleep okay?” Spencer whispered.
“Yeah. I could have moved… I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your bed.” I said, blushing.
“It’s okay.” Spencer whispered, and laughed. He took some orange juice out of the fridge and poured two glasses. I took a small sip of mine, but didn’t feel hungry or thirsty. I looked out the window again and felt a tear on my cheek. I wiped it away quickly to avoid Spencer seeing, but he had.