Love story

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*SPENCER'S POV*

When I opened my eyes the next morning it was only 7:00am. The room was dark but early morning light danced around the gap in the curtains. I couldn't stop replaying the events of last night in my mind.

The bed felt colder sleeping there alone. Toby's scent filled my mind and the memory of his kiss graced my skin.

I couldn't get back to sleep so I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and tiptoed downstairs so make myself a coffee. I walked past the door to our living room and glanced inside, Toby was fast asleep, his mouth was slightly open and his hair was ruffled and messy. His eyes seemed puffy- like he'd been crying.

I walked on past him, on the kitchen table there were two mugs, two teaspoons and a post-it note. The note was written in Toby's neat curvy handwriting and read:

I wanted to get up early to make you breakfast but if you get up before me then I'm sure the first thing you will do is come here to make coffee. Here's your favourite mug and the one next to it is for me... If you still want to drink coffee with me in the morning. I hope you enjoy your coffee, and I hope that you drink it with me. I'm sorry.
-Toby

I put the kettle on and made two cups of hot coffee. I picked them both up and went into the living room. I placed his mug on the coffee table in the centre of the room.

The noise of the porcelain mug on the coaster woke Toby suddenly and his eyes lit up when he saw me. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair- a gesture I had always found endearing.

"Thanks for waking me," he smiled, reaching for his coffee.
"Be careful it's-" He cut me off by taking a sip, his eyes widened with shock and pain and he used his left hand to fan his mouth, "hot," I finished. A chuckle escaped my lips and once Toby's mouth had cooled down he was laughing too.

We talked a little but there was an icy air between us. Neither of us said it but we were both thinking the same thing. Dancing around the subject.

Then, finally, Toby put down his mug on the table when he had almost finished and shuffled across the sofa until our knees were touching, I breathed in sharply, conscious of his touch.

"I miss you," he said, "your sat right next to me and I miss you."

"I'm sorry Spencer," He whispered, leaning his head towards my very slowly and kissing the bare nape of my neck just above the neckline of my top. I quivered at the touch.

"Is there anything that I can do to make this right?" He whispered, kissing my neck again, slightly higher up this time,

"I love you," he whispered, kissing the bottom of my jawline and then again, kissing my cheek, then the tip of my nose. Then his lips were hovering in front of mine, I could feel his warm breath brushing the side of my face, our noses almost touching. Neither of us moved. My body ached to lean forward and kiss him.

But I didn't. I stood up, and I walked away.