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Shoveling up the last pile of snow, Spencer let out a breath. She'd been working for a total of three hours, up before dawn, clearing her driveway of the remains last night's blizzard left them. Her cheeks were cherry red, legs were frozen solid, and she swore her fingers stuck to her mittens.
"Wow, you don't waste any time!"
"Hey," Spencer's eyes twinkled as she whipped around coming face-to-face with her adorable beau. "How are you? I didn't hear you walk up... I don't suppose you came here to make me a grilled cheese sandwich?"
Toby chuckled, pulling her close. "I actually came here to check up on you and your beautiful face, seeing as I haven't seen you in over nine hours." She smiled. "And I've realized that your beautiful face..." Using his pointer he lightly touched Spencer's chin. "is colder than the Grinch's soul. I could make you a sandwich. But I could also brew you some cocoa?"
Her already roseate cheeks pinkened at his thoughtfulness. "Hmm...I'd like both."
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After an hour or so of defrosting by the chiseled fire, Toby had suggested a date out in the snow. Spencer objected the idea right away, naturally; she was already so cold. But after a bit of convincing (read: kissing), she caved. He drove her to Rosewood's local park in hopes of giving her the childhood memories she never had the privilege of having before.
"Toby..." Spencer giggled, ducking from a flying snowball. "Aren't we a tad bit old for this?"
"Of course not, Spence. Why would you ask such a silly question?" He joked, laughing too.
Crouching down, she packed the crystals tightly into a ball.; a mischievous grin formed across her face.
"One." She smirked.
"Two..." Toby faked a nervous expression as his girlfriend counted on. He knew Spencer, so he knew she never did anything without a thought-out plan. So as she threatened him with the crystal ball she had wrapped around her fingers, Toby's mind raced, trying to think up a way to beat her to the punch. Sure, she'd be vexed if he beat her once again, but this was his game; he used to have these sort of fights with his Mom back in the day.
Well that and...he lived for Spencer's infamous pout.
"Three!" Spencer screeched as snow splattered all over her marshmallow coat.
"Toby! What are you thinking?!" She puckered her bottom lip out, showcasing that out only she could wear so adorably.
"Exactly the same thing you were." He cracked up. "What, should I not have done that?"
She pushed him lightly. "No... So now are you gonna try and kick my ass at Scrabble, too?" She joked.
"Spencerrr, I think I've already done that." They smiled at the memory. As if trying to recreate the date [except only in reverse], Spencer inched in, getting closer and closer to his intoxicating lips. She could almost taste them as she breathed in; it literally took everything she had not to kiss him right then and there.
Just as Toby puckered his lips too craving the taste of his significant other, he was instead met with the chill of snow cascading down his back. "Spencer!"
"It was not a complete ass kicking, Toby."
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Sun's eyes drooping shut, but snow's pace never slowing, Spencer and Toby lay atop their truck's front seat. It was the truck that held so many memories, so many laughs, so many kisses.
As they hold each other close, creating yet more [kisses, laughs and memories], they are finally able to breathe with ease. Their hearts beat in synch and their eyes fill with love; truthfully they feel whole.
Reminiscing over the day's events, hearty laughs fill the vehicle. They talk about their very own 'Mr. Snowman', the children who laughed at their own childish ways, the rink they skated on... Though Spencer was never quite able to enjoy herself as a youngster the way she did that day, she was content. Maybe one day she'll even thank her parents for depriving her of youth; now all of her firsts will be with the boy who holds her heart.
"I love you so much. Please, never let me go." Spencer whispered into her boyfriend's chest.
"Never," he whispered back, meaning those words with all of his being.