Her eyes scanned her own reflection with scrutiny, vertical gazes sweeping over her body displayed in her full-length mirror. Her lips curled into a satisfied grin at the sight of her slim figure semi-clothed by a short silver party dress. Its sequenced neckline that shined flawlessy in the light of her bedroom combined with its tight-fitting pencilskirt created a head-turning outfit. Her fingers ran through her blanket of straightened locks, a sheet of chestnut adorned with honey-tinted highlights.
Pleased with her evening look, she switched off her light with the flick of her fingertip and strutted toward the front door of the apartment she and her mom shared.
"Hey there, Spence." The sound of an intruder's voice in her home quaked her bones, causing her to jump and release a sharp gasp. With a quick glance to the source of the spoken words which happens to be the living room sofa, she realized the speaker is not an intruder but her mother's boyfriend, Joe. There he was, studying her exit, with one arm resting on the sofa's back.
"You scared the crap out of me." Spencer's words were laced with a bubbly giggle. She stepped closer to him until he was no longer cloaked in shadows. "Mom's not home yet, is she?"
"Why else would I be sitting here?" Joe said with a teasing tone and a sly smile plastered on his face. Spencer stood in front of the couch so she could get a better look at him. Ever since her dad left the family years ago without an apology or a goodbye, her mom started returning home with a new man clinging to her hip every other week. Joe was the latest addition to her mom's ever-growing chain of guys that were hungry for her heart.
Spencer found Joe staring at her in a way that made her spine stand a little straighter. She suddenly became conscious of every bone in her body; even the placement of her palm on her hip seemed to mean the world to her just now. His eyes were feeding on her appearance the same way she was observing herself a few minutes earlier. It wasn't this situation that blushed her cheeks, for she often found herself to be an object of admiration amongst boys and men, but it was the circumstance that caused her to avoid his intent gaze and stand there awkwardly. Afterall, he was involved with her mom, a man practically twice her age, and the two of them were left alone in the possibilty of silence.
"Well I'm going to a party tonight. How do I look?" Spencer always did that and she hated herself for it. It was as if a hideously flirtacious monster overpowered her, causing her lips to lash out clever lines that started the right conversation. But she didn't always like where those conversations led her. Tonight, she didn't care, though. She figured she might as well have fun with this guy while he was still around, before her mother replaced him like all the others.
Joe's eyes darted all over her exposed skin: the smoothness of her legs, the glow of her bronze shoulders, the hallowed valleys of her neck that he could easily wrap his arms around.
Pleased with her evening look, she switched off her light with the flick of her fingertip and strutted toward the front door of the apartment she and her mom shared.
"Hey there, Spence." The sound of an intruder's voice in her home quaked her bones, causing her to jump and release a sharp gasp. With a quick glance to the source of the spoken words which happens to be the living room sofa, she realized the speaker is not an intruder but her mother's boyfriend, Joe. There he was, studying her exit, with one arm resting on the sofa's back.
"You scared the crap out of me." Spencer's words were laced with a bubbly giggle. She stepped closer to him until he was no longer cloaked in shadows. "Mom's not home yet, is she?"
"Why else would I be sitting here?" Joe said with a teasing tone and a sly smile plastered on his face. Spencer stood in front of the couch so she could get a better look at him. Ever since her dad left the family years ago without an apology or a goodbye, her mom started returning home with a new man clinging to her hip every other week. Joe was the latest addition to her mom's ever-growing chain of guys that were hungry for her heart.
Spencer found Joe staring at her in a way that made her spine stand a little straighter. She suddenly became conscious of every bone in her body; even the placement of her palm on her hip seemed to mean the world to her just now. His eyes were feeding on her appearance the same way she was observing herself a few minutes earlier. It wasn't this situation that blushed her cheeks, for she often found herself to be an object of admiration amongst boys and men, but it was the circumstance that caused her to avoid his intent gaze and stand there awkwardly. Afterall, he was involved with her mom, a man practically twice her age, and the two of them were left alone in the possibilty of silence.
"Well I'm going to a party tonight. How do I look?" Spencer always did that and she hated herself for it. It was as if a hideously flirtacious monster overpowered her, causing her lips to lash out clever lines that started the right conversation. But she didn't always like where those conversations led her. Tonight, she didn't care, though. She figured she might as well have fun with this guy while he was still around, before her mother replaced him like all the others.
Joe's eyes darted all over her exposed skin: the smoothness of her legs, the glow of her bronze shoulders, the hallowed valleys of her neck that he could easily wrap his arms around.
