a/n: ok so this is short, but there is more on the way! Any guesses as to where they're headed?
And I, your willing victim
By the time the pair reached the remote parking garage on the other side of Philadelphia, Toby could feel the difference in Spencer's comfort level without having to ask. She had molded against his body like a second skin, moving with the bike as if an expert. He had of course given her a hard time for the death grip she kept on his ribs for the majority of the trip, but she took it all in stride as they switched to his truck.
Peering at her currently sleeping form, he couldn't help but feel optimistic about his plan of escape. Spencer had fallen into a restless sleep almost an hour ago, slumping so far forward that he was afraid she'd collide with the dash, only to jerk herself awake unexpectedly and sit back once again. After watching this cycle on repeat from across the truck, Toby—with a mix of amusement and concern—eventually chose to intervene with a soft, "C'mere," and jerk of his head. Submitting without a word of resistance, Spencer slid over and found solace in the stability of his shoulder, falling soundly asleep in seconds. When they were together like this with the radio playing quietly and her even breath against his skin, he could almost pretend that they were a normal couple. Imagine the luxury of carefree living, a world where they went to the movies every weekend and only argued about who would pay for the overpriced popcorn.
But providence never let him fanaticize for long. The ominous chirping of her cell broke the peace, causing Spencer to wake and pull away long enough to retrieve it. She immediately tensed, alerting him to what could only be bad news.
"What is it, Spencer?"
"Uh, nothing," she replied, stuffing it back into her bag faster than he could blink.
Toby swallowed against his irritation. He hated this game.
She sat rigidly against the seat, making no move to explain herself.
"Well if it was nothing, then come back over here." He had miraculously succeeded in keeping his voice neutral, leaving her no choice but to slide back across the bench seat and resume her former position. A few seconds passed before he felt her calm down again, nestling her head in the crook of his neck.
Stealing a subtle glance down as he paused at a stop sign, Toby felt his heart twist at the sight of a solitary tear tracing its way down Spencer's cheek. When will we be done with this?
Choosing to let her off the hook for now, Toby pressed the gas petal with a shot of new energy. For every mile he put between them and Rosewood, the better he felt.