A/N: Oops... looks like I've been gone for a while again! It was with reason... I directed a play! But never mind that, GO READ!

Chapter 22

He turned the knob, opening the door of Spencer's bedroom, displaying her perfectly neat living space. She leaned up against the doorframe, her eyes immersed in his, with a little smirk forming across her lips. He lifted her from the waist, took a step into the room and spun her around, before gently placing her back on the ground, and shutting the door, still holding tightly onto her soft hand. "Lock it." She told him as he held the knob. He turned the lock as she had asked, and coming back to her, spun her like a princess before tilting her back and planting a romantic kiss on her lips. As he pulled away, she bit her smiling lip and looked downwards. She took the hem of his shirt in her hands and pulled it up, revealing Toby's perfect body. Admiring it for a short while, she continued with the shirt, pulling it over his head. He kicked off his shoes, and even bent down to remove hers, too. "I could've done that." She said to him. His reply was "That's what you have me for." She grabbed him around the waist and kissed him, moving her hands over his immaculately toned upper half. After a minute or two, Toby slowly pulled away, and asked, "You really want to? I don't want to force you into this." She blushed. "You're not forcing me into anything. This was my idea. I want it." She said.

Toby didn't argue. In fact, he didn't hesitate to get right into it. He slipped Spencer's shirt off, and then unhooked her tiny pink bra before pulling her to himself and running his fingers through her silky hair, while she left tiny kisses over his chest. She removed her own skirt, using just one hand, and wiggling her hips to help it down. Toby then lifted her in his arms and put her down on the bed, catching his first glimpse at her nearly naked figure. And all that was left on her body were her thin, lace panties.

The sun was just setting when Spencer finally got up from her bed, Toby still staring at her, admiring her beauty. She pulled her sheets with her as she took the steps to her closet. She turned to Toby and asked, "Do we have dinner plans, or can I just throw on pajamas?" Without a thought, he replied, "Whatever makes you happy, my dear." She took a second to think. "Pizza makes me happy." "Then pizza it is!" Toby said.

As she contemplated on which set of sleepwear she should put on, Toby threw his t-shirt at her, and when she realized what it was, she picked it up, tilted her head, and with a smile, said, "But don't you need this?" to which he replied, "Nah, I brought an extra."

Toby knew how much Spencer liked to wear his shirts. He wasn't certain on the reason, but he knew it made her happy, which was all that mattered to him.

"I have, like, eight of your shirts now. And there's a few you need to take back so you can make them smell like you again." Toby chuckled. "Is that why you like them so much? Because they smell like me?"

"That's part of it. It's like having a piece of you with me when I can't physically have you by my side. They're soft and they make me feel safe, and I've realized as time has passed, that I have a much easier time sleeping when I wear them." Spencer said. Toby smiled. "That makes me so happy. Especially that you feel safer in them. The feeling of safety is one of the hardest things to come by around here."

Spencer agreed with a gentle nod. "I can't wait until we get to move far away from this place and start a new life." She said, as she dropped the sheets and pulled Toby's shirt over her head.

"Speaking of moving, I wanted to…" Toby was cut off by Spencer darting to the bathroom in effect of a rush of queasiness. He ran straight behind and kneeled next to her to hold her hair as she leaned over the toilet. He rubbed little circles on her back as she cried and when she was done, carried her back to the bed, and told her, "I knew that you never should have let the bed." To which she responded with a giggle. "Feeling better?" He asked. "Much!" Spencer said. "Let's order that pizza."

"Don't you move!" Toby said as he got up from the bed to get dressed. Spencer picked up her phone from her side table , and just as she was about to call for the pizza, she got a text from Melissa which read, I talked to Mom and Dad… We're having a family dinner in three days. Are you ready? Her smile disappeared and a look of panic came over her face.

As Toby had finished getting dressed, Spencer asked him if he could order the pizza. She looked like she had been scared half to death. "What happened?" Toby asked. "Are you okay?" She shook her head and said "Order first."

So he did. And thirty seconds later, he was right by Spencer's side, holding her hand as she nudged her head into his shoulder. "I have three days, and then I have to tell my parents. Only three. I have no idea of how they will react, what they're going to say, what they're going to do… I just wanted to have some time to myself to think, and some time with you to enjoy before everything gets complicated. But it looks like my time is almost up."

Well, my darlings, a big reason for the delay on this chapter was that I had some difficulty writing it. I think the chapters ahead may be even harder, but I really do love this story, and I won't give up until I'm done. I hope you guys liked it! If you bother me with lots of reviews, maybe I'll write faster...