"I'm sorry…" he said in almost a whisper, knowing that it was the last thing she wanted to hear him say.

"You can be…"

The tension in the room was palpable. They were both standing in the barn's bedroom, both on the opposite side of the bed. They had spent the night talking, laughing, celebrating the fact that they had finally found Hanna alive and that her mother was Rosewood's new senator. They had shared one of these moments she never wanted to end. But it did. In fact, when she had get out of the bathroom, ready to lay next to him in the bed they were sharing, she had found him sitting at the edge of it, still fully clothed, waiting for her with a look that held nothing good. Now that he had told her he'd kissed Hanna the night before she had disappeared, she just wanted to be as far as possible from him. She wanted him to know she was upset, she wanted him to see the pain on her face. Angry tears were rolling down her cheeks and she felt like someone had ripped her heart out of her chest. She didn't understand why he would let her fall in love with him and cheat on her with her best friend. She used to know how to handle not being the chosen one; she used to always come second in her family, always coming after Melissa. But it was supposed to be different now.

"I don't understand though, why did you let me believe that you actually felt something for me when you obviously didn't?!" she asked him bitterly. And when he opened his mouth to answer, she didn't let him the time to and went on, talking more to herself than him, "I'm such a fucking idiot! I freaking believed you! And the worst part is that I even told you that I loved you!" She ran one of her hands through her hair nervously and closed her eyes a second to restrain herself from crying again.

"I do care about you Spence…" he started saying while moving towards her. He wanted to show her that it wasn't like that. He wanted to close the gap which was keeping her so far away from him.

"DON'T! Don't tell me you care about me when it's not true! This is bullshit Caleb!" She was yelling now. He tried to take her hand in his but she quickly pushed it away. It was clear, given by the look on his face, that he was hurt by her gesture, but she didn't care. He deserved it.

"If I didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't be here now; I wouldn't be trying to apologize." He was trying to stay calm and looked into her beautiful brown eyes when he said that. He could look into her eyes for hours. Caleb knew he had screwed up but he had been caught up in the moment that night and had regretted what he had done immediately afterwards. He wasn't entirely sure about how he felt about Hanna that night but he had never doubted about his feelings for Spencer. She was Spencer. That strong, smart, beautiful woman he couldn't help but fall in love with. Kissing Hanna had made him realize how much he was in love with Spencer. He will always love Hanna because of who she was for him, because of what they had shared together. But he had fallen madly in love with Spencer Hastings over the years. Now, he was there, in the bedroom, between the bed and the closet, standing in front of her, watching her crying and shouting because of his stupidity.

"Don't touch me! You don't get to do that when you go around flirting with your ex-girlfriend in a creepy hotel room where nothing good has ever happened! Not to mention that your ex-girlfriend is also one of my best friends! I feel like this is kind of a sick joke! You are the one who told me I had nothing to be worried about! That I didn't have any reasons to be jealous!"

"IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!" he said loudly, louder than he had intended to, but he just wanted to explain everything. He didn't want her to believe that he had been using her the all-time when he really wasn't.

"WHAT IS IT LIKE THEN?!"

"I FUCKING DO LOVE YOU SPENCER! Don't you GET that?!"

"Yeah sure I'm going to believe you and throw myself on you because I'm so fucking stupid right?! You kissed my best friend behind my back just after I told you that I loved you! How SICK is that Caleb?!"

"I know it was stupid! I know I screwed up okay?! I don't know what I was thinking about! But I know that I regretted it the minute I realized what I was doing! I regret it because I know that I love you Spencer!"

She closed her eyes, frustrated. The words coming out of his mouth were supposed to make her happy but it just hurt even more.

"I wish you wouldn't have to cheat on me to realize that…" she replied in a soft voice while sitting on the bed, her face in her hands. She was still mad but she was also in pain. She wanted to trust him, to believe him. But right now, all she could think about was her boyfriend and her best-friend cheating on her. She was picturing them in that hotel room, Caleb's hands roaming on Hanna's body while she was trying to deal with A and her mother's election. She didn't want to think about all that crap, she wanted to be alone and sleep. It had been really hard for her to trust someone after Toby. Toby used to be her anchor, her safe place to land and when he had left, she'd had no one else to go to anymore. She had stayed alone in Washington DC, crying her heart out and wondering about what could have happened if they had been more careful at the time, if things had been different. The idea of being pregnant had scared her so much that it had torn them apart in the end. And then, when she had been finally in for a fresh start by flying to Europe, she had met Caleb in Madrid. They'd always had a special bond but their time together in a foreign country had brought them closer. They had talked, they had shared things, they had laughed and flirted. Clearly, they had never felt any guilt in Spain at the time because they were miles away from the current struggles of their lives. However, reality sets in all too quickly and they'd soon had to go back to their hometown. Their feelings had never gone away though and soon enough, people had started to notice that something was up.

"When did that happen?" had asked Melissa suspiciously.

"Caleb? We're friends"

But Melissa hadn't believed her. They weren't close as sisters but Melissa knew her little sister well enough to know when she was lying.

"Maybe you're more comfortable with lying than you think" And she had been right. Spencer had been lying, but mostly to herself because admitting her feelings for Caleb would have meant telling her friends about it and maybe face his rejection. But she had done it anyway, maybe to prove herself that she was moving on, to prove herself that she wasn't afraid or maybe just because she needed to know.

She had felt like she was in heaven when he had kissed her back. She had felt like dying when he had taken her to the bedroom afterwards. The same bedroom they were now. Their relationship was passionate and frankly speaking, they've never had enough of each other. She blushed every time he looked at her with his piercing chocolate brown eyes, scanning her body across the room in a way it was almost scandalous. But she loved it. She loved the way he was making her feel.

She had got up from the mattress and was now faking being busy dusting the bed's pillows while he had not moved from his spot at the foot of the bed, still looking at her moving frantically around the bed.

"Did you hear me?" he asked breaking the almost uncomfortable silence which had settled in the room.

"Hear what?!" she squeezed one of the pillows more firmly and he was grateful that it wasn't him instead. She was mad as hell, he could tell. He knew her body language by heart, "About you making sweet love to my best friend's mouth?! Yeah I heard that thank you!" she snapped at him. She was looking at him with daggers coming out of her eyes. He grinned at her and she wanted to slap him across the face for making fun of her. Spencer crossed her arms on her chest defensively, a frown on her face.

"God I love you so much"

She froze into place at his words. He had said it before, minutes ago actually, but she had turned her back at him. She hadn't wanted to believe anything coming out of his mouth anymore. But this time was different. He had said it, looking at her in such a way that even her, Spencer Hastings, the one who always knew the answer to everything, didn't know what to say. Caught up in her thoughts, she didn't notice him approaching her from behind. He was so close she could smell his perfume, feel his fingers slightly touching her bare skin, and feel his breath on her collarbone.

"Caleb…" she started saying, her voice shaking. She could feel his body against hers and it was so hard for her to resist him.

"You're beautiful" he whispered, his breath tickling the nape of her neck.

When she felt his lips brushing against her collarbone and his hands slowly moving up and down her hips, she just couldn't take it anymore. She let out a sigh of pleasure before she turned around and crashed her lips on his. He didn't think twice and replied to her kiss immediately, bringing her closer to him. She firmly grabbed at his hair with one of her hands and it drove him insane. He stepped backwards and quickly pinned her against the wall behind them, causing a small gasp to escape from Spencer's mouth. There was something about the sounds she was making when they were intimate, something about the way she was slowly moving one of her hands under his shirt, about the way her tongue was dancing with his that made his desire for her almost painful. Their breaths were erratic and he clasped her hands on the wall with his, hanging them above her head. Caleb started kissing her below her ear and smiled victoriously when she moaned, knowing that he had reached her weak spot. He slowly made his way towards her neck and felt her heart beating faster when he suddenly bit on her skin.

"Caleb…" she moaned louder than she had intended to. She tried to let go of his hold, wanting to touch him but he didn't let her. Instead, he gripped more firmly on her hands to prevent her from moving, his mouth still playing with the skin on her neck.

"Spencer…?" he scarcely asked, panting.

"Prove it to me…" she sighed with a smoldering look.

"Prove what…?" he whispered questioningly, not sure of what she was asking him to do. He had loosened his grip on her hands and she took the opportunity to let go of his hold and take his shirt off. She seductively ran her fingers across his chest and looked into his chocolate brown eyes. His eyes had darkened during their make out session and she bit on her bottom lip to prevent another moan to escape from her mouth.

"You shouldn't do that babe…you know it drives me crazy…" he groaned, kissing her fiercely while he started to unbutton her lacey black blouse. She dug her fingers into the skin of his back causing him to moan loudly.

"What do you want me to prove you Spence…?" he knew he couldn't take it much longer. He wanted her so much.

She put her hands around his neck and moved her lips slowly to his right ear. Caleb closed his eyes, feeling like he was going to die if she kept teasing him like that.

"Prove me that you love me…" she whispered in his ear before she bit on his earlobe and feeling her teeth biting on his skin made him totally lose control.

"Anytime" he replied, taking her to the bed on which they both fell onto, grinning.

"I love you Caleb" she panted against his lips, encircling his hips with her bare legs. He was standing above her and had his hands on both sides of her head. Caleb detached his lips from hers and looked at her intensely.

"I love you too Spence" he murmured softly, brushing his lips against hers, "and I'm pretty sure I love you more" he teased her while his hands were dangerously moving to her thighs.

"Shut up and kiss me Rivers" she scarcely replied, breathing heavily.

"Gladly Miss Hastings" he smiled before kissing her passionately. He was going to show her how madly in love with her he was, even if it had to take all night.