The Fourth Date

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The next day you go grocery shopping for your night with Spencer. You grab some flour, yeast, and kosher salt. You have everything else for the dough at home. For the sauce you get some garlic, chicken broth, onions, oregano, and basil. As for toppings you get an assortment of cheeses, pepperoni, mushrooms, olives, and other meats.

You check out and carry the grocery bags to your car. It's about 2:30, so you have time to get everything ready and tidy yourself up before Spencer gets to your apartment. You spent all morning cleaning it. It took you about two hours, and then you ate lunch and did the grocery shopping. You're exhausted, but it will all the worth it when you get to cook with Spencer.

You get back to your apartment and set the groceries on the counter. You put all of the ingredients where they need to go and wash all of the dirty dishes so you'll have everything you need for tonight. Then, for the first time today, you sit on the couch to relax. You turn on the tv and scroll to a random episode of New Girl, press play, and before you know it you're falling asleep.

You're awaken by your phone ringing. You groggily search for it with your hand until you find it. With your eyes closed you answer.

"Hello?"

"Y/n! Are you free tonight?" Cecilia asks.

"No, I have a date with Spencer." You say. Your voice is raspy and you yawn mid sentence.

"Wow, already? What time are you meeting?" She asks.

"He's supposed to be at my apartment at 5:00." You say as you stand up from your couch.

"Y/n, it's 4:45."

You check the time. Damn it, she's right.

"Shit! I gotta go, I'll talk to you later." You say.

"You better." Is the last thing you hear before you hang up and rush into your room. You fix your hair and pick out an outfit suitable for the occasion. You're wearing a plain orange sweatshirt that you don't mind getting dirty and some jeans. You apply some mascara, and by the time you're done it's 4:55. That's a new record.

You start to take out the ingredients you'll need when you hear a knock at the door. You take a quick look in the mirror and walk towards the front of your apartment. You open the door revealing Spencer standing there with a bouquet of sunflowers. They make you smile.

"Hi." You say.

"Hey." He says back.

You invite him inside and he looks around. You walk back into the kitchen and pull out the rest the ingredients.

"You have a nice place." Says Spencer.

"Thanks." You say. "Oh, I can take the flowers."

You reach into the cabinet over your microwave and pull out a nice clear vase. You fill it with water and cut the stems of the flowers a little bit and place them on the table. You look over at Spencer who's browsing through your bookshelf.

"Thank you for the flowers." You say.

He looks up and smiles. You walk back into the kitchen and pick up your phone. You connect it to your speaker and select a random playlist. You turn it down a little and start to do a little dance almost forgetting that Spencer is there. You look up and blush, noticing him smiling at you.

"Don't mind me." He says. "I thought the dance was cute."

You laugh and walk over to the sink to wash your hands.

"No distractions doctor, we need to start cooking." You say.

He takes his jacket off revealing a colorful sweater. He looks adorable. He walks into the kitchen and rolls up his sleeves to wash his hands beside you. You watch the water run over them. It reminded you of the way his soft hands felt on yours.

"Do you want to borrow a t-shirt? I wouldn't want your sweater to get dirty." You say.

He looks down at his sweater. "That would be great, actually."

"Ok, I'll be right back." You pace into your room and rummage through your drawers. The only thing that you can find that will fit him is an old oversized Disney t-shirt. You walk back into the kitchen and hand it to him.

"The bathroom is in my room to the right." You say.

He disappears for about a minute and comes back into the kitchen. You can see his toned stomach through the shirt, but most importantly he looks super dorky. You giggle at the sight.

"Oh. My. God." You say. He laughs.

"What, do I look stupid?" He says. "I kind of like it."

"No, you look so cute."

You two smile at each other and he walks closer to you.

"Ready to cook?" You ask him. He looks down at you with a kind of passion in his eyes. You feel that hot sensation again.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You open the flour, yeast, and kosher salt and you grab some sugar.

"Can you measure four cups of flour?" You say. "The measuring cups are in the drawer closest to the fridge."

Spencer opens the drawer and pulls out a cup. He measures the flour while you measure a teaspoon of sugar. He carefully brushes the excess flour off with his finger and dumps it in a bowl you placed in front of him.

"What else do you need?" He asks once he's finished. The way he says it makes you feel something.

"Can you pour one envelope of instant yeast into the bowl?" You ask. He does just that as you pour in the kosher salt and sugar. You start to mix it together. While you're stirring you give Spencer another job.

"Can you pour in one and a half cups of warm water while I stir?"

He takes the measuring cup to the sink and retrieves the water. He comes back over to you, and as he pours it in you notice him looking at you.

"So eager to be ordered around by me." You say. That's when his gaze changes. It goes from kind and admirable to hungry and passionate. He licks his lips and you notice him hold his breath a little.
Holy shit.

Did he just get turned on?

"I'm assuming we have to add the olive oil." He says.

"See? You're already learning." You chuckle. "Two tablespoons."

He does just that and you continue to mix. You hand the bowl and spoon to him and he starts to stir it around. He looks concentrated and happy. And hot.

You grab another bowl and cover it in olive oil. You get some plastic wrap and place the bowl next to Spencer.

"Ok pretty boy, now we have to put the dough in this  bowl." You say.

"Pretty boy?" He says.

"Yeah. Sorry, it's just a playful nickname if you don't like it I can-"

"No no, it's ok." He interrupts. "It's just that another co-worker of mine calls me that."

"It seems that I have a lot in common with the people you work with." You say.

"It does seem that way." He says as he transfers the dough into the second bowl. "Maybe that's why I like you so much."

You grin and at him and blush as you cover the bowl in plastic wrap. You set it in the slightly warm oven.

"I like you too Doctor." You say. "But now I have to come up with another nickname since that one's taken."

You lean on the counter and think. You look him up and down slowly, noticing him lick his lips again.

He knows what you're doing.

"How about stone cold fox?" You say. He must've found that very amusing, because he starts to laugh pretty hard. His perfect teeth show through and his smile stretches across his whole face. It makes you smile even wider and laugh along with him.

"Thanks, but I don't think the name really fits me." He says.

You think for a little longer as you look into his eyes.

"The perfect name will come to me. I just have to wait for the right moment." You say. "But now we have to make the sauce."

He looks around the kitchen as you give him other things to do. It takes you about 45 minutes to make the sauce, and afterwards you take the dough out of the oven. It doubled in size and you start to put some flour on the counter. You ask Spencer to take the dough out of the bowl and place it on the flour, but he instead drops it in front of you while he stands away. The flour spreads all over your sweater absolutely covering you. He giggles and you give a small chuckle.

"Just because you're cute doesn't mean I won't tear you up." You say. You grab some flour from the bag and throw it at him. He gasps and you laugh, taking in the sight. You're so happy right now.

"It was an accident!" He says.

"Yeah, 'it was an accident' my ass." You say back.

He laughs and brushes the flour off of his shirt. While he does, you hear Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" start to play. Cecilia makes fun of you for listening to it saying it makes you seem old, but who doesn't love this song? You turn up the volume and grab a spoon from one of the kitchen drawers. You lip sync as the words start to play.

"Just a small town girl..." You say, reaching your arm out to Spencer. He smiles and gives you his hand.

"Living in a lonely woooorld!" You laugh as he looks into your eyes.

"She took the midnight train going aaanyyyyywheeere."

You hand the spoon to Spencer and he walks away as if he doesn't want to sing. But when the words start again, he picks you up in a cradling position and takes you to the living room.

"Just a city boy..." He lip syncs as he spins you around and you giggle uncontrollably.

"Born and raised in south Detroit!" He sets you down and walks backwards and away from you, his arm reaching out.

"He took the midnight train going aaaanyyywheeeere."

He sets the spoon down as you laugh so much your stomach hurts. He laughs with you, the two of you standing there as the song continues to play. You laugh and smile until the chorus starts to play and you both scream the lyrics.

"Don't stop, belieeevin'!"

You grab his hands and you two spin around in circles.

"HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEELIIING!"

It may be ridiculous, but this is the happiest you've been since you first saw his smile. You think back to your first date and look at where you are now, standing in your living room laughing uncontrollably with Spencer. You turn the music down and gaze into his eyes again, noticing a spark of that unfamiliar look. Part of you wants so badly to figure it out, but the mystery of it makes it even better.

So you just stand there joining hands with him, smiling so hard it hurts.

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So this chapter made me smile A LOT and I hope it did the same for you guys.
Smut coming soon....

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