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Chapter 3

It took Spencer approximately two and a half seconds to comprehend what Toby had just said. But when she finally did, she hurriedly whipped off her comforter, leapt out of her bed, sprinted to the window and flung it open. The first thing she saw were his glistening blue eyes.

"Move out of the way, Spence," Toby ordered. Spencer stepped back immediately.

The first thing that came through the window was his phone. He threw it underhandedly and it landed with a soft pat onto the red leather armchair that rested near the window.

Spencer was so shocked at what was happening she couldn't even move. The sounds of the night were greatly intensified now that the window was open, and she could feel the cool wind blowing across her face.

5 seconds later, Toby had somehow safely gotten himself from the branch of the tree to Spencer's bedroom floor. He calmly picked his phone up off of the chair, and closed the window softly before he turned around to face Spencer.

Her eyes having long ago adjusted to the darkness of the room, Spencer could see him perfectly. Toby's hair was filled with crystalline water droplets, which made it appear darker than it actually was. His eyelashes looked especially long, and the way they framed his gorgeous sea-blue eyes had Spencer swooning. He was smiling patiently at her, understanding how shocked she was. He was wearing a navy windbreaker, but wore no shirt underneath it, much to Spencer's delight. She smiled as she appraised his plaid pyjama bottoms, because they were almost identical to her own.

As Spencer manoeuvred her gaze back to Toby's face, he let the windbreaker slip off his arms and drop to the floor. Slowly he took a step toward her and extended his arms…Spencer walked into them with absolutely no hesitation.

She let out an irrational sigh of contentment as she wrapped her arms around him; in turn, he circled his own around her. Despite the fact that he had just been out in the pouring rain, Toby's skin was warm. Spencer shuddered as goose bumps rose on her arms; in response to this, Toby held her tighter.

The two of them stood in the middle of Spencer's bedroom for a seemingly endless amount of time, neither moving or speaking. Spencer had her head pressed against Toby's chest, and she could feel his hot breath tingling her ear.

There was not a place in the world that Spencer could've felt safer.

After a while, Spencer slid her left hand up the contours of Toby's back until it reached his hair, and intertwined her fingers in it. Understanding, Toby leaned down and pressed his lips softly to hers. Their kiss began slowly and passionately, becoming more intense by the second. Spencer's heart was soaring as she effortlessly harmonized her lips with his. She had one hand on his face and the other still lingered in his hair; Toby had one hand secured around her waist, while the other moved up and down her arm. It was impossible for Spencer to feel anything but complete and utter joy while she was kissing him - all she could think about was how lucky she was to have him here with her. Every so often his lips would travel down her collarbone, and he would whisper that he loved her; everything about him made Spencer want to melt.

After several minutes, Toby gently touched his lips to Spencer's once more before pulling his face back, and tilting hers up to face him. "Still afraid?" he whispered.

Spencer was momentarily rendered speechless by the combination of his soothing voice and the intensity in which his eyes bore into her soul. But when she finally located her voice, she managed to whisper, "I…I think I'm good." He chuckled quietly, and pulled her close, using his hand to guide her face to the crook of his neck. She closed her eyes and inhaled his wondrous, comforting scent, and sighed when she felt him begin to stroke her hair.

Due to the overwhelming amount of emotion that occupied her brain, Spencer's head was spinning. She was overcome with breathtaking relief, joyful happiness, and acute exhaustion. A second too late she realized that her knees were shaking, and suddenly her legs gave out entirely.

Spencer gasped uncontrollably as she fell forward, but Toby responded automatically and caught her easily. "Okay, Sweetheart," he said comfortingly, and to Spencer's surprise, Toby picked her up, and positioned her in a fashion that enabled him to support her weight by resting his hands underneath her thighs. He held her like a parent holding a child; it was as if she was as light as a feather.

Quite enjoying this new arrangement, Spencer eagerly laid her head on his bare shoulder, and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. Toby began to effortlessly sway them back and forth, and now that she didn't have to concentrate on keeping herself upright, Spencer let her eyelids droop. She knew it was only a matter of time before she fell blissfully to sleep in his arms.

After a few moments, Spencer was 99% asleep when Toby unexpectedly broke the silence. "Bedtime, Spence," he whispered softly.

And just like that, Spencer was wide awake again. Her heart thumped crookedly and she felt it drop somewhere on the floor near Toby's feet. Bedtime? What did he mean by that? Did that mean he was leaving now? She suddenly became aware of the ever-present storm that was still raging through the night. Her heart filled with dread at the thought of being alone. Spencer knew she had grown irrationally rigid, and had subconsciously tightened her grip around Toby's neck; she wondered embarrassedly if he'd noticed.

He had. He kissed her forehead gently as he walked from their spot near the window over to Spencer's bed. "It's okay, Spence," he said soothingly as he slowly lowered her onto the mattress. She unwillingly let go, looking up into his sea-blue, glorious, smouldering eyes. Spencer bit her lip, bracing herself for the goodbye.

But, as she found out a heartbeat later, a goodbye was not on Toby's agenda. A second after he had set Spencer down, he plopped down beside her. He pulled back the comforter, and pulled up the sheet. "Lie down," he ordered with mock sternness. She appraised him skeptically, but obliged, still wary. His stern look turned playful. "Now move the hell over," he laughed.

Spencer's chest released its knot of fear, and she smiled at him in amazement as she did what he said. "You're not leaving?" she asked happily as she watched him slide his legs under the comforter beside her.

He paused after her question. "Why…do you want me to?" he asked, looking hurt.

"NO!" Spencer practically shrieked at him. "You need to stay," she said afterwards.

He smiled, laying his head on her pillow. He was propped up on his left side, and he extended his arms, beckoning to her. Giggling with happiness, she slid close to him, keeping one of her arms near her body, and loping the other around his waist. Toby's left arm was under Spencer's head, the other he used to graze his fingers up and down Spencer's arm. Contentment and joy radiating through ever nerve-ending in her body, Spencer pressed her head against his warm chest.

She felt his lips in her hair, and focused on relaxing her rocketing heartbeat. "You can sleep now, Spencer. It's all okay," Toby whispered.

And, as Spencer fell blissfully into the safest kind of sleep she had ever known on that stormy, frightful night, in the arms of the man she truly loved, she realized that for once, yes. Everything was absolutely, completely and utterly okay.

To be continued. : )