Thanks for the reviews, as always. Chapter 6!
Quickly realizing her winning smile wasn't going to grace her features, Toby immediately tried to diffuse the situation, not wanting her to get up leave.
"Listen, I'm sorry that I sort of ambushed you. I just…" Toby gulped hard as he pushed himself to continue. You have balls man, use them.
"Would you believe that I just wanted to see you again?", he admitted.
Spencer's eyes shot up at Toby's as she heard his confession. Was she reading too much into this or did he just say that?
"You would've seen me on Monday." She countered.
"It would be too long of a wait." He said boldly less than a second later.
Don't read that much into it. With an eyeroll, Spencer spoke again, "You don't even know me, Toby."
"That's the point, Spencer…" he paused, dragging his tongue over his lips, causing Spencer's brick wall to falter.
"I want to get to know you."
"I don't do dating," she responded hastily, "I…I like to stay focused."
With a smirk, as he lifted the tiny alcoholic beverage's straw to his lips, he replied "Well, what a coincidence, so do I."
She released a breathy moan as Toby pressed her into the wooden door of her apartment.
Her entire body felt like it had been lit aflame. A scorching path was left after every touch Toby made on her fair skin. She released a giddy chuckle as she bit her lip, smiling at the beautiful man in front of her.
"What's so funny?" He whispered huskily, his mouth swollen, most likely from all the kisses they shared in the bar's bathroom, the cab, the elevator, and now in front of her place of residence.
"This, me, us. We're not even hammered, just slightly tipsy." she giggled as she ran a slender finger across his structured jawline.
"Good, because I want to remember every single detail of tonight." He said with a fierce intensity. Seeing her smile slowly leave her face, he furrowed his brows.
"Do you want me to leave?" He questioned, his eyes were confused, but they still sought confirmation on if she wanted to continue. What happened to no guys right now? You know what, screw it.
"No," looking into his deep blue eyes, shaking her head, she wanted this, she wanted him. Spencer continued again, "Kiss me, Toby."
Not needing to be told twice, his large hands were under her thighs instantly, supporting her, as she wrapped her legs tightly around his torso. Her hands were in his hair, running her fingers through his locks, something she had wanted to do since the moment she saw him. She tore her hands away to run them over his chest, his broad shoulders, and anything else she could reach, also something she wanted to do since she first met him. She kissed him passionately and with more force as she heard him sigh into her open mouth, "Spencer."
Gosh, his lips felt as if they were everywhere all at once, she felt his hot kisses on her neck, her lips, and her chest. The feelings he was currently invoking her were indescribable. They were so passionate and intimate yet gentle, just like him, as he continued to explore all that he could reach with his lips and their current position. No man had ever kissed her like this before, with so much desire and emotion wrapped into a single touch.
They weren't drunk, they were fully aware of their actions but chose to temporarily ignore the repercussions, all common sense and previous denials be damned. After they drank their only alcoholic beverage, they shared quite a few conversations over a plate of fries and even more when the container was long empty. As the night continued, Toby gained more confidence and lost more reasoning as he made his made away around the booth and cradled her face into his hands and planted a fiery kiss on her lips. Instantly regretting it after her failure to return the gesture, he pulled back only to be brought back to her lips as she kissed him with a burning desire...
They continued to kiss one another as if their lives depended on it as Spencer finally retrieved her key and opened the door. "Where's…kiss…your…kiss…room?" Toby whispered into her neck as he stepped into the dark and unfamiliar apartment.
"Lavender one, right next to the TV.", she shuddered as he tightened his grip on her bottom and strode into her room before she slammed her door shut with her heel.
A couple hours have passed as Toby and Spencer laid together in her bed, entwined with each other with her sheets barely covering them. Their clothes are strewn across her room as a result of their desperate need to feel one another in the purest of forms. Its 2:14am, according to the clock on her nightstand, and Hanna has yet to return to the apartment. At first, she was worried, but she received a text around midnight that she and Caleb decided to spend the night at a hotel after leaving the bar, so they wouldn't disturb Toby. 'Gross' is her first thought however she's glad they did, she didn't feel like answering Hanna AND Caleb's bombarding questions on why Toby never came home last night after Trilly's. She sent a quick 'okay' before dropping her phone on the floor and snuggling back into Toby.
"Hanna?" he questioned.
"Yeah, her and Caleb got a hotel room for the night."
He released a small chuckle before the room was silent once again. Not an awkward silence but basking in the afterglow and blissful silence. She smiled to herself just thinking about what activities were just occurring no less than ten minutes ago.
"Did you always want to own your own business?" Toby questioned after a few moments as he lazily ran his fingers through Spencer's hair, as she laid on his naked, muscular chest.
"No," she chuckled, adjusting her position so that she could see his face. He arranged himself too, so they were laying across from each other, gazing into each other's eyes.
"My parents were lawyers, I spent more time in a courthouse then I did in a classroom. For a while, I wanted to be just like them."
"What changed?"
"I grew up and realized that being a child is like wearing translucent goggles, you see things, but you don't see everything. Only a vague outline of what's actually happening."
"And you didn't like what you saw?"
"No, I didn't like what I would've become." She sighed as she attempted to find the words to continue. "I wasn't my parents, I wanted to have a different life for myself. So, I didn't apply to UPenn, almost giving them both heart attacks, and decided to attend NYU." Spencer finished, choosing to not go into detail about the whole A&A (Adderall & Andrew) thing. This was still a sort of first date after all.
"That was very brave of you." Toby admired.
Spencer snorted. "Brave or cowardly? I purposely chose to go to the farthest school away from Rosewood."
"Brave." Toby replied as he placed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling back with a toothless grin.
Gosh, he was so sweet. She had never felt so…comfortable with someone so quickly in her life. Even her own parents, who she felt as if were more of drill sergeants rather than family members. Who was this man?
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Well, was rebuilding homeless shelters and lingerie boutiques always in your future?", Spencer teased.
With a chuckle, Toby intertwined their fingers at his chest before speaking.
"I suppose…I built a birdhouse for my mom one year in elementary school in art class. She was so happy and told me it was the best gift she ever received, and she put it up in her garden. Naturally, like any ten-year-old, I built her probably a dozen bird houses," He paused chuckling at the memory of the multicolored birdhouses that used to hang all over his backyard. He had no idea what his father did with them after his mother died and he built a back porch over her dying garden.
"That's so adorable," Spencer giggled.
Pushing down the impending sadness that arose whenever he thought of his late mother, Toby held onto Spencer's laughter and continued with a small smile.
"She noticed I was always tinkering with old toys and broken things around the house and convinced my dad to let me keep a busted motorcycle I found at some junkyard when I was in ninth grade." He laughed just thinking about the hunk of junk he spent majority of his early high school years repairing so adamantly and ceased when he remembered the reason why. His mother's death. His father's remarriage. Jenna.
Spencer must've noticed the vanished smile from his face because she placed a warm and comforting hand on his cheek as she urged him to continue, her eyes letting him know, she was ready to listen when he was ready to talk. Not right now, he thought. The only person who he spoke to in detail about his mother's death was Caleb and he wasn't ready to open up so much just yet.
Clearing his throat, he moved on, "I realized I really enjoyed created and repairing things and I got really into construction. My neighbor had an older son in college, Jason, who worked at a construction site. He always saw me in the garage, just building away, and recommended me to his boss. I started working there when I started my junior year and left at the end of the summer before I left for college and the rest is history."
"I think that's the most I've talked in my entire life. I didn't mean to give you my entire life story", he chuckled, embarrassed.
"I don't mind. I liked listening, hearing about your life." Spencer said earnestly as she looked into his oceanic eyes.
Leaning forward to press a deep kiss to her lips, Toby wrapped his arms her waist and pulled her on top of him.
"You know what I don't mind?" he began flirtatiously.
"And what would that be, Mr. Cavanaugh?" she played along with feign obliviousness and a smirk. Desire filling her irises as she lustfully eyed the naked man she was on top of.
"Round 2," he declared just before he pulled her down on top of him, getting lost into her sheets and her once again.
"Han, I am so sorry." Spencer cried as she ran into Allure around nine that Sunday morning.
"I overslept and…I ju-"
"Spence, its okay," Hanna reassured Spencer as she walked towards her and placed a box labeled "Thongs" onto the only display table left inside the store. The boutique was almost empty, the only tasks left to do was pack away all the lingerie and other clothing on racks, load the furniture onto the truck, and remove the many shelves off the walls.
"No, it's not..." The brunette replied before taking a long sip from the thermos she brought from the apartment with her.
"I haven't been here that long either, maybe going out for drinks last night wasn't such a good idea."
Spencer instantly blushed as she thought of last night and this morning, and this morning again. Nope, it was a great idea.
After the amazing night they shared, Toby went back to his apartment around eight, so he could shower and change his clothes, promising to return to Allure to help finish packing.
"You don't have to do that, you're gonna be there all day tomorrow." Spencer protested as she watched him button up his shirt much to her dismay from her place under her comforter.
"One, I want to help, and two, I'll have an excuse to see you." He murmured as he leaned forward to place a kiss on her lips.
Her racing and overacting mind caused Spencer to fiddle with her fingers as he slipped his shoes on.
"I think we should hold off on telling Hanna and Caleb until we figure out where to go from here, even though," She paused as he looked up and made his way over to her.
"Last night…"
"Was amazing And I think your 100 percent correct." He finished before sitting on her beside.
A genuine smile graced her face, as did his, as he picked up her hand and brought it to his lips.
"Spencer Hastings, will you go on a date with me? Somewhere where condoms aren't in a bowl by the entrance under a "Give one, Take one" sign." He said thinking back to Trilly's with an inward cringe, looking into her gaze.
"I would love to, Toby Cavanaugh." She chuckled as she climbed out of the sheets and into his embrace.
"Where's Caleb?" Spencer asked as she began to remove the silk robes from the racks and placing them into a box near her.
"Out getting some breakfast for us."
"How was Toby?" Hanna asked with a sinister smile.
"Good, good, we had a nice, friendly chat about Allure. He's actually coming in today, to help out." Spencer replied trying to look as nonchalant as possible.
"Spence, did you seriously make last night all about work?" Hanna groaned, her heels tapping behind her as she moved throughout the store.
"What?" She asked innocently as she turned to look at the blonde with an annoyed expression.
"You're unbelievable." She sighed dramatically, walking past her towards her office.
She continued folding the robes, turning around when she heard the door open.
Her hopeful smile dropping when she realized it was Caleb. Damn.
Upon seeing her change in facial expression, Caleb snorted.
"Hoping I was Toby?" Caleb asked with a raised brow.
Turning around towards the rack, Spencer struggled to keep her voice even. He always teases her like this. Nothing's changed.
"I was hoping for an honest, non-scheming friend," she turned around to meet his gaze, "but I got you instead." She said with false anger.
"Anything to make the Spencer Hastings lose her cool."
"Whatever, you have no reason to complain today, Toby's coming over to help."
"With packing?"
"No, to help us find out if OJ really did it." She retorted with an eyeroll.
With a sarcastic chuckle, Caleb left Spencer's bag on the floor before heading to the back with Hanna.
"Thanks, Rivers." She shouted as she finished and saw the bag near the door.
"Anything for you, Cavanaugh." He yelled back as she shook her head with a laugh.
As she walked towards the bag, the door opened and the man that was on her mind all morning stepped into her line of vision with a tool bag in his hand.
Her face broke out into a wide grin as her feet took her towards the man as he dropped the bag and into his tight embrace.
"Hey, you." He greeted as he kissed her on the cheek.
"Hi." She replied in a daze before her smile faltered a little.
"Hanna and Caleb are in the back." She whispered and less than a second later, the couple entered the open space causing Spencer and Toby to instantly put a significant amount of space between them.
"Oh, Toby, thank God you're here…" Hanna said as she pulled him and Caleb towards one of the shelves.
Sneaking a glance at her, Toby smiled before his attention back to an animated Hanna.
Maybe this could work. But, as she eventually found out, "Maybe" is the same distance from a "Yes" as it is from a "No."
To the comment about other couples, yes, they will make their appearances VERY soon. Thanks for reading!