Creature of Unknown Origin

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Our lips met. Soft, and gentle, and over all too soon. I’d finally met someone who took my

breath away.

When I finally managed to open my eyes again, Spencer’s were still closed, his face still

angled down toward mine, our foreheads touching. Slowly, his eyes opened and captured mine.

My heart fluttered. My breath caught in my throat.

“Are we just gonna stand here and talk about all these surprises, or are you gonna show

me?” I whispered, not sure what else to do, but reluctant to move, to shatter the moment.

More like afraid of shattering this dream.

Spencer had the easiest smile on his face when he answered just as softly as he’d kissed

me. “Right this way, sweetheart.”