Taking the opportunity to pick up the pen, he squatted down to look into my eyes.
I smiled sweetly at him, mouthing, "Hubby, I miss you."
When I came here two years ago for the first time, I hid under a podium like now.
He was startled, but he didn't blame me.
Instead, he caressed the top of my head lovingly, telling me not to make trouble and to hide well.
This time, he didn't get angry.
Likewise, he rubbed the top of my head lovingly, telling me not to make trouble and to hide well.
Neither his attitude nor the look in his eyes changed.
He was still the man who loved me back then.
In order to test him, I hooked my arms around his neck and asked him kiss me before I did as he said.
He did not refuse.
Without hesitation, he leaned towards me, clasped the back of my head with his big palm, and kissed me affectionately on the lips.
In the end, he touched the top of my head out of habit, saying, "Be good. I'm in class."
After class...
Spencer pulled me to a corner of the stairs and picked me up, placing me on the guardrail.
Holding my waist with one hand and pinching my chin with the other, he reproached me with affection.
"Jessa Hawk, you'll implicate me by doing so."