In which she just can’t sleep.
You were fed up with tossing and turning in bed fearing that you’d wake your boyfriend, so with a soft huff you took your pillow and went to the living room.
You plopped down on the couch, searching briefly for the remote before finding it and turning on the tv. Friends was on, so you settled on the program and sunk into the sofa. Despite being on the comfortable furniture you knew it wouldn’t lull you to sleep like it used to be able to do. Insomnia was a bitch.
Meanwhile, Spencer had reached out over the sheets for you and when he didn’t feel your skin, he immediately shot out of bed. After looking in the bathroom for you but not seeing you there, he followed the noise of the television and found you sat on the couch with a cup of tea in your hands.
“Babe?” he said, his voice was slightly raspy from sleep and his hair was messy but this was your favorite look of his. You smiled at his sleepy state, the poor boy should’ve stayed in bed but in true Spencer fashion he’d decided he had to come check on you.