"Okay, here are the rules," Spencer said as Toby sat down in the chair she had placed on the far side of the motel room. "You sit there. You look at me. You don't move. You don't speak unless spoken to. You got that?"

As Toby sat down, he didn't know whether to laugh or not. Spencer had never spoken to him like this, and she sounded ridiculous. She had never given him an order before. But at the same time, he was kind of scared. This rigid, angry girl was nothing like the soft, loving Spencer he knew.

"I get it," he said simply. "And can I just say that you look beautiful?"

"Fuck off," Spencer barked, but secretly she was pleased. This was exactly what she wanted. She had spent hours doing her makeup, curling her hair, and picking the perfect out: tight, tight, TIGHT black skinny jeans and a glittery top that clung to her skin and showed off everything she had. For the plan to work, she needed to look like a hooker.

Her plan was simple: sex tease to extract information. She would taunt him relentlessly, and with each piece of information he gave her, she would take off a piece of clothing. Just before she went to far under, she would bolt. Little did Toby know she was wearing about 7 pairs of underwear.

Toby was taken aback by her anger. "Spence," he whispered, "Will you just tell me what's going on? Talk to me, please."

Spencer took a deep breath. She wanted to jump right to the chase, but it was impossible. "So," she said breezily, "How've you been, Toby?" She raised an eyebrow at him as if she was actually curious about how he was doing.

"Um, how do you think?" said Toby, studying her. "I got my ass dumped by the girl I love and I don't even know why. How SHOULD I be doing?"

"Well, not too bad," Spencer began, choosing her words carefully, "Considering I'm not the only person you've loved."

Toby inhaled sharply. He tried not to show his fear, but his knee was bouncing. Spencer knew him well enough to know that he was sweating. "What makes you say that?"

"I think you know who I mean," Spencer said, cocking her head to the side. "She might go by the initial. . . .A?"

Toby pressed his lips together and turned bright red. "Well, are you going to deny it?" asked Spencer simply. "Are you honestly going to sit here and say nothing happened between you to?"

After a moment, Toby shook his head. "I can't lie to you," he said simply, his chin quivering. "Yes, something was happening between me and her."

When she heard that, she could feel her heart drop down into her stomach. She didn't want to believe that he was in league with Mona, but hearing him say it. . . . that changed everything. It was true; it was real. Toby and Mona were working together.

"And about what you're doing now?" she whispered. "It's. . . . wrong. Wrong on SO many levels." She thought about how Toby was basically killing Aria with the fake drugs. There was so much not right about it. How could he live with himself knowing that he was causing so much harm, so much pain?

"I know. . . I- I know," Toby stuttered. "I know it's not right. But . . . Spencer, I'm hurting." Toby swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I want you back."

"But you don't love me," she said simply, glaring at him. "If you did, then we wouldn't be having this conversation."

"Spencer," Toby whispered, leaning forward in his chair. "Whatever happened between me and . . . . her, it means nothing. NOTHING. I love you. I love you, Spencer. You were MY safe place to land. Nothing that happened between me and anyone else could EVER compare to what I feel about you, what I feel when I'm with you. Please, Spence, believed me. I love you."

Spencer's jaw dropped open. "But. . . but. . ." she stuttered, unable to come up with a clever retort. This wasn't what she was expecting. He still loved her? That wasn't possible! It was all an ACT, wasn't it? She was just a pawn in this A game. He didn't really love her; he COULDN'T!

Finally, she stood up and walked over towards him. She stood towering above him as he shook like a leaf in the armchair and growled to him, "But you and her. What you did with her."

Toby looked up at her, his eyes as innocent and sad as a lamb being sent to the slaughterhouse. "She means NOTHING to me," he swore. "She is gone. Done. Dead. I love you. I'll love you until the end of time, whether you return that love or not. No matter what happened between me and . . . her, I love you, Spencer Jill Hastings."

Something in Spencer snapped hearing that. There was no way that Toby could be lying right now, not with that look in his eyes. She knew that look all too well. She had seen that look of misery and yearning from Emily as she cried into Spencer's arms the night Samara dumped her. That look said, I love you, and I want you back in the most honest way possible.

Spencer yanked Toby up by his collar and kissed him forcefully. She could feel sparks as their lips touched, then fireworks, then so much energy that she felt like an atomic bomb was exploding on her tongue. Toby's eyes went wide and he started to pull away after a second. "What. . . "

"Don't speak," Spencer whispered, pressing a finger to his mouth. She leaned back in and pressed her mouth to his, running her hands up the back of his shirt. She didn't need words to express what she was feeling, and neither did he. They only needed their lips and their hands.

Toby grabbed Spencer as if he was reclaiming her, canvassing her shoulders and chest. He stopped after a moment, afraid he gone to far. But in response, Spencer flung her top over her head so she was standing their in only her tight pants and lacy black bra. She slid her hand under his t-shirt, feeling his rock hard chest as if it were for the first time. She kept her hands their for a moment before yanking it off him too.

With both of them shirtless, Spencer fell backwards onto the bed. Toby climbed up on top of her, kissing every inch of her bare skin until Spencer took off her own bra. She reached down to slide of her pants, then her underwear. Toby stopped her hands before they slid under the elastic waste of her panties. "I don't want to go too far," he said, his eyes wide.

"I do," Spencer said softly. She lowered her eyebrows and said simply, "I'm on the pill." She reached for his zipper and grabbed the small metal piece tightly. "If you love me, then prove it."

At that moment, Wren's face slipped into her mind. She knew what he would say, that this was wrong. She knew he would be disappointed in her. But she also knew that she had to get close to Toby again. She thought of her earlier plan, to strip tease but not give anything up.

But that was before I knew he loved me. If Toby loves me, then it's a whole new playing field. I need to fight for what I want, and what I want from him is answers. If I act like I love him back, then he will let his guard down and tell me everything. I'm doing this for Aria. All I want from him is answers. Wren will understand.

This is what she told herself as he kissed her passionately, welcoming her back into his life. This is what she told herself as he went inside of her, becoming close to her again. This is what she told herself as she gave herself to him. This is what she told herself.