I don't have a choice,

But I'd still choose you.

-Civil Wars

Toby's POV

The cab ride back to my place felt like slow motion. I held on to Spencer's hand rubbing my thumb across the backside of her hand. She had her head rested on my shoulder. Her right leg was rested across my lap. I just looked out the window, counting the seconds until we got to my place.

Part of me knew this wasn't right, and I know she knows that too. We're both letting the alcohol control our emotions and physical needs at the moment. I should probably do the right thing and tell the cab driver to make two stops tonight.

But having her in my arms right now was intoxicating. Having her so close to me was like a siren going off-silencing the responsible side of me. Smelling her shampoo, and perfume was clouding my already hazy brain. Hearing her rhythmic breathing, was relaxing.

"Here," the taxi driver broke my trance.

"Oh," I shook my head. I reached in my wallet for some cash. I handed him the money and thanked him. "Spencer," I whispered in her ear.

"Hmm…" she mumbled-eyes closed.

She must have fallen asleep. I sighed, realizing that was probably a good thing. I opened the door, scooping her up into my arms, and shutting the door with my foot. I carried her up the stairs in the back. I somehow managed to fish my keys out of my pocket, still balancing her in my unsteady arms.

Once I got us inside, I set her down on my bed. I covered her up with my comforter, and grabbed some pajamas for myself.

Once I changed in the bathroom, I walked back into my bedroom, to watch Spencer sleep. She looked so peaceful. I had to remind myself that she wasn't mine anymore. I couldn't touch her anymore, I shouldn't even be watching her right now. I walked up to her side of the bed and shuffled the pillows around her. The way her head been resting-she would wake up with a very stiff neck. I went to pull away, to go sleep on the couch.

But her arm reached out and grabbed my forearm. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me, "Stay," she whispered.

I should've said no. But I couldn't. It was true then and it's still true now- I couldn't resist her. I wanted to give her the world.

I just walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled under the sheets.

She immediately rolled over, laying her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, sighing as we perfectly molded into each other.

Line Break

I woke up to my alarm blaring in my ear. Both Spencer and I woke up instantly, still in the same position we were when we fell asleep. I reached over with my free arm, turning it off, "Ugh," I groaned. "That is not a good sound when you've been drinking all night."

Spencer giggled into my chest, "no it is not," she agreed.

I wasn't sure where to go from here. Do I untangle myself from her, and act like nothing happened last night? Or do I stay like this and wait for her to make that call?

She looked up at me, "You're always taking care of me," she frowned.

I shrugged, "I really didn't do anything, other than carry you inside."

"Still," she sighed. "There will be a day, where I will take care of you, I promise."

I smiled, "I don't need to be taken care of."

"That's not true!" She propped herself up on her elbow. "What about that time you got in that car accident and I wheeled you around in a wheelchair for two months? Or the time you got strep throat and I nursed you back to health. And there was that time you got insanely jealous when that guy hit on me on spring break and you punched him so hard, I had to ice your hand for three days straight."

"Ok," he rolled his eyes at me. "That's fair enough."

She looked down, smiling.

"What?" I asked her. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," she shook her head still smiling.

"Tell me," I begged. "Please."

"It's-" she looked up at me through her long lashes. "I was just remembering how cute you were when you were jealous."

"I still get jealous," I blurted out.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, sitting up all the way.

"I'm serious," I sat up with her.

She turned her head to look at me, "You don't seem like it."

"I've been really good at hiding it," I smirk.

"There's nothing to be jealous about," I shook my head. "Nobody wants me an-"

"Are you kidding me?" I was actually kind of pissed at her right now. "If you could see every guy eyeing you up at the bar last night like you were a meal."

"Is that why you kissed me?" She glared at me. "So that every guy thought I was with you?"

"No," I shook my head. "And you kissed me."

She clamped her mouth shut, unsure of what to say. "You were the one who suggested we go back to your place so we could-" she stopped herself.

"Yeah, well you can see that never happened," my face turned red from embarrassment.

"Because I fell asleep," she argued. "Otherwise you would've taken advantage-"

"Is that what you think?" I felt a sharp pain in my gut. "That I was taking advantage of you last night?"

She swallowed, realizing she offended me. "We were drunk, neither of us were thinking clearly."

"Maybe you weren't," I said under my breath. It hurt like hell to know that was all just her drunk brain talking last night. To know that she didn't want me otherwise.

"Toby," She reached out to touch my chest.

I grabbed her hand and pushed it back to rest on her own lap. "You should go."

"Toby I didn't mean-"

"Were already fighting," I raised my voice. "We can't be with each other for than ten minutes without fighting!"

"I-"

"Just go," I told her. "Before I say something I'll regret later."

"My car isn't here," she looked down at her hands.

I got up, "I'll call you a cab to bring you back to your car."

A/N: Sorry... Not very happy.