"Well, just think of all the potions you still have to teach me how to make," he answers, raising a suggestive eyebrow. "That first one turned out quite well, I think."
Spencer notices the glances people sneak in their direction as they walk further down the beach, though they're mostly just curious like he'd expect from a town as small as Siren Cove. It's not as if they haven't been public about their affection for each other already; they'd held hands at the ball and at the art fair, even before they'd shared their first kiss. He nearly frowns as he dwells on that thought because really, that first kiss isn't quite something to celebrate. He knows he'd already been attached to Joel then, had already felt an inexplicable connection to him, and that Joel had been ready to kill Mark on the spot is more than enough of an idication that he'd felt the same; but they'd both been injured then, afraid and desperate and in need of the physical proof that the other was still alive, and Spencer sometimes finds himself wishing that they could have a better memory than that.
Still, everything they've been through has led them to here so Spencer pushes past his thoughts of the lighthouse even as he flexes the fingers on his left hand, something he's taken up doing lately just to remind himself that he's better now, that Mark Fuller hadn't been able to leave a permanent physical impact on him other than the tiny, nearly invisible scars on his left temple from the glass that had been shattered against his head.
He glances down at their interlocked hands and his smile returns to something more relaxed, more content because this has been a good night so far and he can only imagine how much better it's going to get now that they're wandering off on their own. Everything seems to be better when they're alone, he thinks, and he knows that could come off as sounding co-dependent or anti-social or whatever people want to call it but the truth is, nobody makes him happy like Joel does. He doesn't have to worry about being anything other than himself when they're together, doesn't have to wonder whether the people he's talking to are only polite on the surface. It's just easier when they're together, and nobody has ever made him feel that way before.
A shiver runs up his spine then and it's not even from the chill in the air, it's from realizing yet again just how important Joel is to him. He meets Joel's gaze when it flickers his way before ducking his head with a bashful laugh. The music is starting to fade more and more behind them as they head toward the rockier part of the beach, and he lets out a deep exhale as a rush of tension he hadn't even known he'd been holding onto escapes him.
"I'm not sure whether I should be trying to be a good student or not," he says with a light teasing tone. "Although I do have to admit, I've never enjoyed learning as much as I do when it's with you. That's saying quite a lot, you know."
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Spencer notices the glances people sneak in their direction as they walk further down the beach, though they're mostly just curious like he'd expect from a town as small as Siren Cove. It's not as if they haven't been public about their affection for each other already; they'd held hands at the ball and at the art fair, even before they'd shared their first kiss. He nearly frowns as he dwells on that thought because really, that first kiss isn't quite something to celebrate. He knows he'd already been attached to Joel then, had already felt an inexplicable connection to him, and that Joel had been ready to kill Mark on the spot is more than enough of an idication that he'd felt the same; but they'd both been injured then, afraid and desperate and in need of the physical proof that the other was still alive, and Spencer sometimes finds himself wishing that they could have a better memory than that.
Still, everything they've been through has led them to here so Spencer pushes past his thoughts of the lighthouse even as he flexes the fingers on his left hand, something he's taken up doing lately just to remind himself that he's better now, that Mark Fuller hadn't been able to leave a permanent physical impact on him other than the tiny, nearly invisible scars on his left temple from the glass that had been shattered against his head.
He glances down at their interlocked hands and his smile returns to something more relaxed, more content because this has been a good night so far and he can only imagine how much better it's going to get now that they're wandering off on their own. Everything seems to be better when they're alone, he thinks, and he knows that could come off as sounding co-dependent or anti-social or whatever people want to call it but the truth is, nobody makes him happy like Joel does. He doesn't have to worry about being anything other than himself when they're together, doesn't have to wonder whether the people he's talking to are only polite on the surface. It's just easier when they're together, and nobody has ever made him feel that way before.
A shiver runs up his spine then and it's not even from the chill in the air, it's from realizing yet again just how important Joel is to him. He meets Joel's gaze when it flickers his way before ducking his head with a bashful laugh. The music is starting to fade more and more behind them as they head toward the rockier part of the beach, and he lets out a deep exhale as a rush of tension he hadn't even known he'd been holding onto escapes him.
"I'm not sure whether I should be trying to be a good student or not," he says with a light teasing tone. "Although I do have to admit, I've never enjoyed learning as much as I do when it's with you. That's saying quite a lot, you know."