It was wrong.

God, dude, it's still wrong. If Carly found out, I'd be dead as a... something dead, really dead. I'm talking roadkill here. When I first realized it, I wanted to go bang my head against a wall. Or something. Luckily, the logical part of my brain took over and reminded me that it really would not make things any better.

Maybe I should explain a little something to you.

I, Spencer Shay, twenty-six years old, have a, uh... "Thing" for lack of better words for Sam.

...Don't look at me like that.