Spencer eventually stood up, pulling you up with him. You smiled sleepily, having gotten up at 7am for classes. "Spence, what time is it?" You asked as he picked up the picnic basket. He turned and looked at you, cocking his head as he dropped the basket. Your eyes widened, as he muttered under his breath. "Are you ok?" you asked worriedly.

He nodded and picked up the basket, fumbling it still. "Yeah sorry, you just caught me off guard," he answered, reaching for your hand.

"Caught you off guard about what?" you asked, stopping at the trunk of Spencer's car. He put the basket and blanket down and turned to look at you.

"Not a lot of people call me Spence," he whispered, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"I didn't mean to offend you by it. It just slipped," you replied, gently touching his cheek. He smiled gently and nuzzled his cheek into your hand.

"Never stop saying it. I liked it," he muttered, blushing harder. You grinned and nodded lightly, turning to get into the car. Spencer beat you to the door and opened it for you, causing you to blush lightly.

"I know chivalry isn't dead Spencer, but I can get my own door," you muttered. Spencer rolled his eyes and slid into the drivers seat.

"I know you can, Y/N, but that doesn't mean you should have to," he replied, intertwining his hand with yours. You smiled and relaxed in the seat, rubbing his hand with your thumb. The two of you talked about random things like your favorite books and how neurons functioned.

Ten minutes later, Spencer pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building. You opened the door and got out, closing it before he could make it around the car. "Don't make me make you get back in the car," he teased, standing next to you. You laughed and looked at him, shaking your head.

"I won't do it again, promise," you replied, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"I hope you had fun tonight," he whispered.

"I did. Best third date ever," you said gently, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear.

"Well, I should be going. Goodnight," he answered, releasing your hand.

"Or, you could come up for a little? We can watch tv and eat some ice cream," you suggested, rocking between your heels. You didn't want him to say no.

"Y/N, you're exhausted. You have classes tomorrow and it's already almost 11 pm."

"One episode won't hurt. Come on Spencer," you argued, lacing your hand with his again and pulling him toward the building. He sighed and smiled, following you.

You decided on mint chocolate chip ice cream and an episode of doctor who. You dashed into your room and changed out of your dress, putting on a pair of grey sweatpants and a crew neck. You settled into the couch next to Spencer. He smiled at you, slinging his arm around your shoulders. You snuggled into his side, placing your head on his chest.

At some point, you dozed off. Spencer looked down at you and sighed softly. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, causing you to shift, turning further in his arms. He took a breath, pausing for a moment before lifting your legs, carrying you into your room. Your eyes fluttered open as he placed you on your bed and began to move your comforter around you. "What are you doing?" you murmured, looking at him carefully.

"You fell asleep and I, um, didn't want to leave you on the couch. So I brought you in here, I'm sorry if I overstepped," he replied nervously, fidgeting with his hands.** "I'll go, we'll talk tomorrow?" he continued, turning to go. You frowned, grabbing his hand.

"It's late, you should just stay."

"Y/N, I don't think that's a good idea, you're not thinking."

"Stay. Please Spence," you pleaded. Spencer softened, nodding.

"I'll take the couch," he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"The bed's big enough. Come here," you muttered, petting the space next to you. Spencer blushed lightly, thanking whatever greater being there was that your room was dark and you couldn't see his flustered state.

He took off his cardigan, slipping into bed next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, rubbing circles on your stomach. You slipped into a deep sleep, Spencer's rhythmic breathing relaxing you.