AISHA
THE DRIVE to Spencer’s home took a while. I was leaning on his chest the whole time. Usually, at this point, I would have several thoughts roaming around my head.
Only it was different tonight. I did not mind that I had to think of things better in the morning or that this decision I made tonight would make things difficult at work.
But the feel of Spencer’s hands intertwined with mine, it was enough of a comfort that gave me courage.
The car was parked in an underground parking lot. We got out of the car and I said thank you to the driver. Spencer nodded and grabbed the things we bought from the pharmacy and the rest of the remaining take-out food.
We stepped inside what seemed like a private elevator. I looked around and realized that the building has around 100 floors in
