'I come bearing caffeinated gifts!' I held up the mug of coffee I'd brought upstairs to Toby's loft when he opened the door, but I almost dropped it when I saw how barely clothed he was. His short hair was ruffled (just how I like it) and he only had on a pair of jeans, his big feet peeking out and his eyes barely open. The sight of him shouldn't have knocked the wind out of me, and made my heart flutter, and my hands tingle to touch him, but nevertheless my body did all of those things. At the sight of me, he yawned and stretched his arms back, making his shoulder muscles bulge impressively. I gulped, took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a second, trying to gain some control, knowing that if he saw my reaction he'd tease me.

'And how many have you had already?' He asked, smiling.

'This will be my second.' I gulped some coffee down to stop myself from babbling incoherently at the sight of his smile.

The drive over had helped clear my head; I was feeling a little bit better, and knowing that I'd soon be in Toby's arms helped, as well. He raised his eyebrow, and I knew he didn't believe me, so I murmured 'three'. 'Well, that would explain why you're here so early…' He responded, taking the cup I offered, sipping and looking comically surprised at the taste.

'You didn't make this, did you?' He asked.

'Would you believe me if I said yes?'

'No, I wouldn't. It tastes good.' I swatted at his bare chest, feigning offence when really I just wanted to touch him. He laughed, said 'weak, I meant to say weak', and swooped down for a kiss. I didn't have time to respond, it was so brief, just a peck but enough to make me ache. He was deliberately teasing me, and I knew it. He half turned when he reached his bed (the sight of his unmade bed making my hands twitch) to put his coffee down on the bed side table, and when he had turned back around I was looking up at him, my hands on his waist, a forearm's length away. 'Hi,' I whispered. He looked down at me, his lips forming an adorable smile as he responded with equal volume, 'Hi.' I dragged my eyes down, along his incredible chest, past his legs encased in denim and tangled my fingers in his. Since I gotten there, I'd momentarily forgotten why I had come but it was coming back to me again as I looked down at our interlinked fingers.

He made me feel so safe, and yet I don't think I had ever felt so vulnerable. Thinking about all that Mona had put us through, how she had tested us, she'd seen my weakness and exploited it… the though had me shaking. I'd never realised how vulnerable and exposed being in love was. And I had exposed Toby even more by not telling him what was going on, by not keeping him informed.

I could have lost him.

I brought my eyes back up to his questioning gaze and leant forward to kiss him. His lips were hot from the coffee, the heat spreading, desire flaring in my chest… Every warm gooey feeling that happened when the person you love kisses you happened. But suddenly, his hands on my waist were pulling our hips closer together; what had started as a comforting kiss had transformed into that desperate need. My head was swimming, and even when my eyes were closed I could still see him, my hyperactive senses driving me more and more crazy. I brought my hands up to his shoulders, not even needing to see but feeling my way, my hands simply knowing just how high his shoulders were, and I pushed him so that he was perched on the edge of the bed. Climbing onto his lap, our chests pressing together, I entangled my fingers in his hair, causing him to moan. That crazy hot sound, the power I had in making him feel just as desperate as I was, went straight to my head. I lapped up every move he made, every sound that expressed his desire and every place he touched went up in flames.

He finally broke the kiss, his hand curled around my cheek and his thumb stroking my cheekbone. 'Wow, Spence, I-' He closed his eyes and breathed deep, visibly trying to summon the will to stop. 'As much as I am loving this, I feel like you have an ulterior motive for being here. What aren't you telling me? 'Cause, you should tell me… like, right now…' He panted, his free hand doing the 'keep talking' gesture people use when they want you to get to the point. His other hand did a sweep down his face, but when I made to get up off his lap he placed his hand on the small of my back. 'I didn't say you could move.' He grinned.

I leaned forward and buried my face in his neck.

'Hey, what's wrong?'

'They're gonna release Garrett for a night, apparently to see his grandmother… she's ill, dying I think.' Toby's hugs, arms folded around me, was one of the things I loved about him. They gave me the nicest feeling in the world. Even nicer than caffeine.

'Wow, will he be unsupervised? How will they know where he is?'

'I have no idea, I don't think they have enough evidence to warrant supervision. According to my mom, anyway.' I replied, looking up at him but not hurrying to be released from the hug.

Toby sighed and brushed the hair out of my face. 'Are you worried? Do you think he'll…' A muscle in his jaw tightened.

'No, I don't think he has any reason to hurt me. But that doesn't mean I think it's a good idea for him to be running around Rosewood… and I don't particularly like the idea of being alone while he's out there…' I looked down, embarrassed to admit I was afraid.

Toby's hug tightened. 'I understand, I'm thinking movies and Chinese food here, and you can just crash. You'll be safe.' He smiled gently.

'Ah, but will I be safe from you?' I teased.

'I cannot promise that.' Toby kissed me again and it felt like a promise, a promise of more to come. I loved it.

But then I started thinking about Garrett and him being released, and the one person I couldn't guarantee the safety of, the person who was at risk the most, was Jenna. I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, knowing that a Jenna conversation was not something I really wanted to dive into just yet, but also feeling like it needed to be said.

'But surely Jenna is the one who is the most vulnerable? Garrett did give her page five and then she gave it to the police… Do you think he could want revenge?' Toby became very still at the mention of Jenna, but he was still holding me, a good sign.

'I don't really know what he's capable of.' He replied.