Twisted

Chapter 24 - Where Your Secrets Hide

A.N.: Hi, I hope you enjoy this! Have a wonderful day! ❤

You were used to waking up early in the morning, but you weren't used to waking up feeling this happy. You heaved a sigh as you turned in bed, snuggling closer to Spencer, making him chuckle as you smiled up at him.

"Good morning."

"Good morning," he rasped out, reaching out to brush a piece of hair behind your ear as you yawned, covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

"What time is it?"

"It's still early," he said "You can sleep some more."

"No, this is better than sleeping," you muttered into his chest and his fingers caressed your hair.

"No nightmares?"

You shook your head slightly and made yourself comfortable in his arms,

"Nope," you said, entwining your fingers with his, "I believe I owe you breakfast, professor."

"Maybe later," he murmured as a lazy smile pulled at his lips, "Let's just stay here like this for a while."

"Why?"

"It's peaceful."

You thought your heart melted, but you nodded before he raised your hand to press a kiss on your knuckles.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked you after a moment of silence and you pulled your brows together.

"Hm?"

"The... the break up."

Your eyes snapped up to his, the last traces of sleep clearing out from your mind as you pursed your lips.

"Why did you think I wanted to break up?" you asked back quietly and he rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, deep in thought.

"It's just..." he murmured, "I think you were right, I let your father manipulate me. That's why I was so angry-"

"Wait, my father?" you interrupted him and pulled yourself up to sit up in the bed, the sheets wrapped around your body, "What does he have to do with that?"

He hesitated for a moment, then sat up as well, resting his back on the bedframe.

"He talks a lot about you, during those sessions," he said, "And after we started dating, he kept taunting me about you."

"Taunting you?" you repeated, "You never told me about that."

"I didn't take it seriously until that night."

"How exactly was he taunting you?"

"He kept talking about how you tend to get bored very quickly," he said, "He said when you-when you know you have something, you want to get rid of it, because it stops being interesting. So when you said it was going too fast and that you didn't love me..."

"You thought he was right." You finished his sentence for him, biting inside your cheek. He furrowed his brows, his hazel eyes focused on you.

"He doesn't know me," you shook your head, "As much as he thinks otherwise. He has that...that version of me in his head that he believes is real, but it's not."

"I know that," he said, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand and you stole a look at him.

"Do you?"

"It was more about my insecurities, not whether he knew you or not," he admitted, "I'm sorry if I ever made you believe you were anything like him. You're not. I swear to you, you couldn't be more different."