Four exquisite months of caring company and countless stolen kisses. Derek had never been happier with his life. But he spent many nights laying in his bed staring at the ceiling, contemplating the relationship that he actually really was content with.

He knew Spencer loved him and would do anything for him, but because he knew this he had to be careful of what he did so it wouldn't seem like he was taking advantage. He wanted to show him how much he cared in the only way he could.

But his mind swirled and crashed like a ship during a storm. He wanted to make a move but what if it ruined the relationship? And if he didn't show any interest Spencer would think he did something wrong and he couldn't let that happen.

What if Spencer never wanted to have sex? Could he deal with a coitus-less relationship? Would he dare break up with him because of that? It's not like they couldn't do other stuff, I mean they already have.

But Derek always stopped when things got too heated because he didn't want to be rejected or make his pretty boy feel awkward. He noticed that when ever he suddenly backed away from a passionate kiss or abruptly stopped rubbing against Spencer, he always looked disappointed but eventually moved on.

Did Spencer fell like he wasn't enough? If he did why didn't he say anything?

Derek hadn't gotten any sleep in the past two days, being kept awake by numerous possibilities and what if's. He wanted answers but he didn't want to ask questions. He vowed to himself that the next time Spencer spent the night he'd take a leap of faith and see what happened.