"Your eyes are my favorite thing to look into, they make me feel safe. Your hands are my favorite things to hold, they are soft and small, they fit in my hands perfectly. Your voice is my favorite sound, I could listen to you talk about anything at all, and love what I'm hearing. You are my favorite." Spencer told Aria, as they lied in bed together.
"Favorite what?" Aria questioned with a cute little smile on her face
"Everything." Spencer smiled back, as she leaned in pressing her lips against Aria's.