Hey guys! Just a quickie to keep people preoccupied while I write the next chapter of ART. I'm sorry it's taking so long, back to school has been busy, but the chapter will be worth the wait, just bear with me! I'm not saying I want this to be the situation, I'm so heartbroken I don't even know what to think, but I just thought this would be interesting. I don't own pll, R&R. Enjoy!

Goddamnit, he loved her. They had been right.

Toby sat up in bed, careful not to wake the girl sleeping next to him to "escape my family for a little while."

This wasn't supposed to happen. But it did. He was head over heals in love with Spencer Hastings, the girl he had been told to befriend, then seduce.

He had ignored the feelings for over a year. Then she said it.

I love you.

She had never said that before.

He couldn't deny it anymore. He loves her. He has for a long time now. They had been right. They had sounded so happy when he told them, he was disgusted.

"Wow man," one of them said, clapping him on the back, "Nice one, sleeping with her, didn't think you had it in you."

"Neither did I," Toby answered. He wasn't paying attention, he was preoccupied with thoughts of her, the way she had looked at him, so trusting, so loving. The way he had felt when he touched her, when he took the one thing she had been saving, just for him. The way her skin had tasted, and her hands tugging on his hair...

Shit. Stop it. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about that. He returned his focus back to the conversation. They were still discussing his 'triumph'. One of them was looking at him strangely.

"You okay man?" he asked him.

"What?" Toby asked, looking at him, "Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

"Shit," Another one said, "You don't love her, do you?"

"What?" Toby yelled back at them, "No! Of course not."

"You sure?" one asked.

"Yes," Toby growled.

"Good, because if you did, they'd kill her, you know. And you."

"Well, I don't." Toby said again, this time clenching his fists and raising an eyebrow, daring one of them to argue. Because he didn't, He didn't love her.

But he did. And they would kill her if they found out, and probably make him watch. He turned towards the bed and looked at her. She lay on her stomach, he miles of chestnut locks spiraling out over her shoulders and upper back. He could see her face though, she looked so beautiful. She always does. He eyebrows were slightly drawn together, creating a crease between them as she began to stir, moving her hand to look for him on the bed, finding nothing. Toby quickly laid back down beside her and wrapped his arms around her frame, drawing her close as she snuggled into his bare chest. He didn't want her to wake up. He wanted her to get the sleep she sorely needed. He cared about her.

Because Goddamnit, he loved her.

Thoughts?