The yellow moon was shining outside the window.

                Toby was taping a newly folded gauze against Spencer’s stomach, just like the nurses in the hospital. It was the least he could do for her; every little favor he could complete to help her out made her feel useful to her. Watching out of the corner of her eye, Spencer laughed to herself.

                “What?” he demanded playfully, laughing along for no apparent reason.

                “Nurse Toby,” she teased, shaking her head. “Are you sure you know how to do that?” she arched a brow, making Toby mockingly glare, as if she’d insulted him.

                “I’ve been watching them do this for a week, Spencer,” he explained with a smile. “I know what I’m doing.”

                “You sure? I mean, I don’t even think I need the bandages anymore. It stopped hurting, so clearly it’s healed.”

                Toby eyed her suspiciously. “I’m just doing what I’m supposed to. You’re going to be a new women when I’m done taking care of you! Pinky swear!” He jokingly raised his pinky to her.

                Spencer’s smile grew a bit more serious. “Can’t.”

                When he finished dressing her up, Toby let out a long sigh and rested on the other pillow, staring over at her. “Hey,” he started, beginning to caress the side of her face. “Don’t get down over this. Your left hand is working well! You’ll get your other hand to work again. I promise. I…” Suddenly, his mind flickered with a daring idea that sent a wave of warmth rushing through his body. He bit his bottom lip, moving closer to Spencer. “I’m going to help you.”

                She turned to stare at him. “Really? How so?”

                Toby had no idea what came over him, but at the moment…it sounded so tantalizing and promising; it made his body burn with want.

                “Maybe…they’re giving you the wrong kind of….physical therapy.” His lips barely brushed hers as she spoke.

                Quickly and effortlessly falling under Toby’s sensual spell, Spencer couldn’t tear her gaze from his lips. “What do you mean?”

                He silenced her by putting a finger in her mouth. “I’m your nurse, remember? I know what I’m doing.” Spencer simply nodded with wide, green eyes, making Toby smirk. He lightly placed his hand over her impressive heart. “I want you to pull me close…by grabbing my waist.”

                Swallowing, Spencer ran her hands down his back until they were resting on each side of his hips. With her eyes only locked on Toby’s, she easily gripped his hips just enough to pull him against her, still at lost for words.

                She was rewarded with a slow, but breathless kiss on the lips that left her wanting more. “Are you sure your stomach stopped hurting?” he whispered against her skin.

                Toby wouldn’t have been surprised if Spencer had currently forgotten how to speak, and he had to stifle a laugh. “Yes,” she replied shakenly, distantly. Then his lips ventured out to meet hers again, and this time, she kissed back with just as much passion, if not more.