Pleasantly Sore

(Chester's POV)

"She's such a beautiful view," is the first thing I think when I wake up and see Spencer sleeping next to me.

She lays on her stomach and the sheets cover the bottom half of her body. I have the pleasure of seeing the sun glisten on her back.

Her lips are smudged red from a long night of making out and I can remember every bit of the passion we shared last night.

My hand instinctively goes up to play with her hair. I run my hand through her soft curls. I watch her shuffle a little in her sleep and her eyes slowly flutter open.

Those beautiful eyes. They capture me and there's no way I'd want to be anywhere else but here.

"Good morning," she greets me with a sexy smile. I can't help but smirk and pull her in closer to me.

I watch her blush grow as she notices we're both still naked and now close together under the sheets.

"I find it funny that I can still make you blush after everything we did last night," I whisper and she only grows a deeper red.

"You're ridiculous, Chester," Spencer says. She tries to hide her face in my chest. I rub her back in a soothing pattern.

"How do you feel," I ask her. I know she hasn't had much experience from what she has told me. After what happened with Ryan, she hasn't done anything until last night with me.

We took our time because I didn't want to hurt her. I enjoyed everything we did and she seemed to have enjoyed everything to. I just want to make sure that's true.

"Pleasantly sore," she mumbles into my chest. "I could use a nice massage."

I flip us over so that I'm hovering on top of her. She can't hide in my chest and I can see her face clearly.

"I could run you a warm bath if you want," I tell her, kissing her all over her face. Before she can respond, we can hear someone walking up the stairs.

"CHESTER! Goodness, this boy is going to make me have a heart attack." Spencer and I start freaking out when we hear my dad's voice.

"Shit! What do we do," Spencer whispers to me, starting to sit up on the bed.

"Get dressed and sneak out the window," I tell her and she gives me a stupid expression.

"You ripped my dress," she shrieked at me. Damn, I forgot.

"Wear some of my clothes." We both rush out of the bed to get dressed. I open my drawer to give her an oversized shirt and some sweatpants.

She slips them on and grabs all her stuff in her hands.

I can't help but stop and admire how cute she looks wearing my clothes.

I break out of my admiration when there's a banging at my door.

"CHESTER! Open the door and come down here and clean up the mess you made downstairs," I hear my dad yell.

"Coming, dad," I yell to him, but he keeps knocking. I walk over to the window and open it. Spencer looks down to where she needs to jump.

"Ummmm, I think I have a fear of heights," Spencer whispers to me.

"Crap! Just hide in my closet." Spencer scurries off to my closet and I run to my door.

I open it and see my angry dad at my door.

"Didn't I tell you not to try cooking with only one arm? I can smell the smoke from your cooking and you left a mess downstairs!"

"I know I promised not to cook, but nothing happened. I forgot to clean up my mess. I'll do it now," I try to convince him, but he's not listening.

He seems to be focusing on something behind me instead.

Oh no.

"I see Spencer spent the night," he says with a smile on his face and shaking his head slowly.

I look behind me and see his focus is on a pair of heels. I turn back to him and give him an answer.

"Those are my heels." He doesn't believe me one bit.

"And I'm guessing that red prom dress is yours too," he asks sarcastically. I hear my closet door creak open and turn to see Spencer nervously walking out.

"Good morning, Spencer," my dad greets her. Spencer fidgets awkward with my oversized shirt she's wearing.

"Good morning, Mr. Scott," she answers shyly. I can tell she just wants to disappear in this moment.

"Do you want breakfast," he asks her. She looks up surprised and speechless.

"Uhmm. I thinking I should head home. I don't want everyone going crazy looking for me," she mumbles out fast.

"I'll drive her home," I tell my dad and he nods his head. He turns to walk away, but he turns back around and I see an idea brewing in his head.

"Chester and I are having dinner tonight. I would like to invite you and your family to join us," my dad says to Spencer.

I look at him in shock. He has never asked anyone I've dated to join us for dinner. Not even my first love, Casey.

My dad never really liked her, but I never found out why. My dad and I didn't get along when I was dating her because of the way he acted towards her. I didn't like it, but somehow our relationship has gotten better after she left.

"Oh," I hear Spencer say and she looks at me as if waiting for my answer. I give her a smile and she takes it as a yes. "Yeah, we'll come."

"Great," my dad says and leads her down the stairs after she collects all her things.

We walk down the stairs and my dad lets Spencer out of the door first. She walks off to the car, but my dad stops me at the door before I can follow.

"I hope you were smart last night," my dad says with a serious face.

"Of course," I tell him.

"Did you ask consent?" He starts asking me more questions to make sure.

"Yes."

"Protection?"

"Yes," I answer again.

"Were you a gentleman?" I breathe out an annoyed sigh, but I answer.

"Yes, dad. I did everything right. I'm not always an asshole." He nods, accepting my answer.

"Alright, go drop Spencer home and come back to help with dinner." I nod my head and walk to my car where Spencer is waiting.