The Soft Whispers of Love

"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."