A/N: The gif killed me.
You laid next to your boyfriend in your shared bed. It’d been a long day and you just wanted to sleep now, but you were freezing. Your feet were cold despite the fuzzy socks covering them. You whined.
“What?” Spencer asked you without looking up from his book.
“My feet are so cold even though I’m wearing socks.” You frowned.
“Well, supposedly women’s feet and hands get colder than men’s because their body heat goes to their core, around their heart and uterus. Its so that they can protect developing fetuses.” he replied, smiling a little.
“That would make perfect sense, except for the fact that I don’t have a developing fetus in my uterus.” You complained. Spencer sighed and removed his glasses, then put his book on the bedside table.
“C’mere,” he muttered with open arms. Gladly, you cuddled up closely to him. Your head was on his shoulder and he wrapped both arms around you. He kissed your head, “Love you.”
“Love you more.”
“No you don’t,” he said, “there’s no way that you love me more than I love you.”
You didn’t respond, just leaned up and kissed his jaw, sighing contently. No matter what he said, you knew that you’d always love him more than anyone else.