We Can Share-Spanna
It was an abnormally cold September day, the kind of day that was perfect for curling up under a blanket with a cup of coffee and a book. Alternatively, it was a perfect day to escape your daily life and hide out with your girlfriend. Spencer Hastings was currently doing the latter of the two. After deciding that they couldn’t spend one more second in Rosewood, they'd gone up to her Nana's old lake house for the day, and so far they'd done nothing besides make out on the couch. After the week she'd had, Spencer thought it was as close to perfect as she could get.
“Is this a new couch? It seems different from the one before,” Hanna noted, running her fingers over the fabric. Spencer rolled her eyes.
“Of course it’s a new couch. You think I was going to keep the one that you and Caleb desecrated? Well, I did keep it, but I moved it up to the attic,” she corrected herself. Her parents would have killed her if she’d gotten rid of her Nana’s couch, but there was no way she was going to use it after what it had been through.
“That’s an awfully big word, Spence. I think you’re just jealous,” Hanna teased. Spencer rolled her eyes again.
“Me? Jealous? I don’t get jealous,” she insisted. Now Hanna was the one rolling her eyes.
“You do too! Remember when we were getting coffee at the Brew and you saw Caleb? I thought steam was going to come pouring out of your eyes!” Hanna exclaimed. Spencer snorted.
“Ears, Hanna. Not eyes. And I wasn’t jealous, I was mad. He has a lot of nerve showing up in town again after how he left things,” she said, getting annoyed just thinking about it.
“Okay, well how about when Lucas invited me to his party? You practically turned green,” she teased. Spencer shook her head.
“I did not!” she exclaimed. Hanna nodded.
“Yeah, you did,” she argued. Instead of a comeback, Spencer leaned in and kissed Hanna’s nose. It was then she noticed that it would be getting dark soon. While she would have loved to stay right where she was, the twisting, winding roads wouldn’t be fun to drive in the dark.
"We should probably start heading back to Rosewood," she said regretfully. Hanna groaned, warm and comfortable right where she was.
"Please, can't we stay?" she asked. Even though she knew Noel had been the one to break into her house, and he’d had no intentions of hurting her, she was scared of being home alone.
"Won't your mom worry?" Spencer asked. Her own parents, as usual, were out of town on business. Well, her mom was anyway. Her dad was living in a small apartment in Philadelphia, where he’d been since Veronica kicked him out.
"No, she's in New York for business and Alison is finally back at her own house," Hanna said. A small smile started to creep into Spencer's face.
"Well if you're going to be home alone and I'm going to be home alone, wouldn't it make more sense--and be safer--if we were here together?" Spencer asked, sounding thoughtful. Hanna nodded, playing along.
"My house was just broken into. And the police still don’t know who it was. Given the circumstances, it seems much safer to be together away from town," she agreed. Spencer grinned and started nipping and kissing Hanna's neck.
"There is one tiny problem," Spencer said. Hanna pretended to look concerned.
"Oh? What's that?" she asked.
"There's only one bed," Spencer said. Hanna bit her lip, acting like she was deep in thought.
"Well... We can share,” Hanna suggested. Spencer nodded.
“We can. But I should probably warn you that the bed is awfully small. We might have to sleep pretty close together,” she said.
“It is cold outside,” Hanna pointed out. Spencer nodded.
“I guess it could work out all right,” she said. Hanna grinned.
“Race you to the bedroom!”