“Toby. Are you awake?”

                The only reply Spencer got was a soft chuckle. She sleepily turned her head to glance over at him, grinning softly at the breathtaking sight. Toby’s green eyes looked like an endless spring pond as the Californian sunrise shone through them, making her smile. His chestnut hair, usually gelled up or back, was resting carelessly on his forehead. His clothes, damp from the rainfall, were wrinkled, not that he really cared.

                Spencer decided she liked seeing him this way. “You look really happy,” she noted after a comfortable silence.

                Toby grinned widely, an expression that made her heart do crazy things. “I am,” was all he said. It was all he needed to say because she knew exactly why.

                They hadn’t slept all last night; they both stayed wide awake at night and the morning had been full with longing looks and words. After all, in the ecstatic state they were in, simple sentences would have been extremely difficult to form. It didn’t matter through.

                Gently and gradually, Spencer slid her hand down until her fingers finally intertwined with his. A perfect fit. She laughed, turning on her side to face him, and he instantly turned in her direction.

                “What now?” Spencer asked hesitantly. His eyes locked with hers as he gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.

                “You’re mine,” he answered pleasantly, giving her the warm grin that always made her stomach flutter. “I’m yours.”

                Spencer bit her bottom lip timidly, smiling only in return. “Promise?”

                “Promise.”