Judas kiss

Light snoring.

Soft skin against his.

Slightly long hair—

In his face, Spencer kept his eyes tightly assuming it was one of those really gratifying dreams where he got to be with Della intimately. He had, had too many of those.. she was much distant when they were together after what happened; he didn't blame her. Spencer really wanted to earn her trust back, to show her that he is a noble man and it's just that.. jealousy and fury got the best of him. It just hurt thinking about the fact that he was a gentleman and she still preferred to go for the man who had treated her like utter rubbish not so long ago. The only thing she got out of it was a little spoiled brat. Spencer always thought Della was far much dumber because any sane woman would have aborted it, the second they knew about it. The scary truth was that if Della still kept that thing for so many years, the thing that had came out as a result of her failed marriage with a man who treated her horridly then—

Maybe she wasn't over him.

She hoped he would come back on a strong white horse and save her?

Then she can say?'say oh I kept that thing, that you left me with.'

To somehow earn his love back.

But no. That's not how this story goes, Spencer thought. What happens is she meets a well deserving man and they take that thing farther away or leave it with its father and they start over like they should have. If Spencer by fate had met Della first and not Andre. Then they make their own baby. He absolutely loved the thought of that, Spencer stirred pulling the body in front of him closer to his chest. It was warm. The friction between the two bodies was starting to give him a hard on. Maybe, yes him and Della were going to make their own baby. It would have dark grey eyes like his and jet black hair. It would be the cutest thing on earth.? A smile arched itself on his face, just thinking about it. He pulled the body in front of him much closer.

It was weird—

Della wasn't this skinny!

Did he have a one night stand after? The only thing he remembered was hanging out with Ignacio. He probably got wasted he thought. When he blinked his eyes open, he saw shoulder length jet black hair. He cringed, he wanted to be faithful to Della even though she had not been the same with him. He didn't see the girl's face as her hair was covering it. He noticed that they were in Ignacio's apartment. He knew Ignacio wouldn't be happy about the fact that once again he had brought a girl up here. This girl wasn't even his type, she was all bones.

"Hey, listen you have to go before my friend comes back—" Spencer said his voice groggy as this was the first time he had said a word.. right after waking up.

As he sat up straight, he saw a tattoo that he knew too well and immediately fell off the bed, hitting the back of his head with a thud. This made Ignacio wake up with confusion.

"OOH FUCK NO." Spencer chuckled standing up and going as far form the bed as he could. He hit the wall, he looked around the room for his clothes. He wasn't thinking straight, there had to be an explanation for this.

probably just played beer pong and truth or dare and just ended

Spencer so why are you making it a big deal?" Ignacio asked rubbing his eyes.

fucking wanker! You really got me

Ignacio smirked.

huh? You also told

Spencer cringed.

"Loved you??! FUCK NO!"

yes Spencer I love you too. You told me to reply in the morning because you were sweating nervous. I had no idea we had been feeling the

Spencer thought

broadly. Spencer wasn't playing anymore as he came for Ignacio threatening to strangle him

said.. Ignacio was gasping for air... but enjoying the sexy view of Spencer's dangling Willy and the sexy chokehold. Ignacio had always been one for bdsm. Spencer was beyond angry because Ignacio kept a smile on his face even with

Eventually Spencer left him.

Ignacio coughed—

knew Spencer

tell anyone.." Spencer was

asked trying to get on

Spencer there is nothing wrong with being gay

viciously his eyes threatening like a snake ready to

gay, I was never gay and I will

have seen you happy before—"

up, don't act

said you loved my smart mouth.."

Spencer felt disgusted.

Spencer asked looking

everything but I let you be the daddy and take me from the

to cry. It was all too much for him, his pride and masculinity ego had been tainted and tempered with. He was a man who prided himself in being a man. How would Della see him?