Menacingly

My eyes stayed glued to all of the cars up ahead. We had been in traffic for what seemed to have been a long time but I didn't mind.

Toby continued rambling on about some unknown subject that I could find no interest in. Clouded in my own thoughts I hadn't even noticed that he had changed the subject to a more serious one until I glanced his way to see his facial expression and posture.

His hands had an unfathomable grip on the stirring wheel and he looked as if he was concentrating hard on this subject.

Soon he must have realized that I wasn't listening because he had stopped mid- sentence after glancing over to me.

"I'm sorry."

That was all I could think of to say to him at the moment without fully being aware of what he had said to me.

He gave me an assuring smile but I didn't return it like I usually would have. A familiar feeling had made its way back to me but I couldn't recall the name.

For a fact, I knew that this feeling was false. Tears absently prickles in the corner of my eyes as I sucked in a deep breath.

Closing my eyes, I leaned back in my seat trying to figure out what was possibly wrong. All my thoughts had smashed at the feeling of someone's- preferably Toby's- hand soothingly landed on my bare thigh.

His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and the feeling was what I felt a few days ago while in his drunk state.

I frowned at the memory, the lust in his eyes as he looked down upon me. Closing my eyes the memory became more vivid.

"What do you want?" I asked although I already knew the answer but I needed him to say the words that I feared he'd say all along.
His lips made their way to my ear and he gave out a cool deep breath that cascaded down to my neck, making me shiver.
"You." he whispered to me. I expected much more to come after that but he simply pulled away and vanished by the time I had turned around.

His index finger began began to draw circles on my thigh, breaking me out of my thoughts and I turned to look at him.

He just so happen to have been looking at me as well with a concerned expression. "What's on your mind?" he asked.

"I was just thinking about you," I admitted but I'm sure that he could tell by the look on my face that the thought wasn't one I was proud of. "You said that you didn't drink and I have been trying to avoid asking this ever since that night but what made you drink and where did you go?"

He sighed deeply. "Emily had called to tell me that my mom was back at home but she was still heart broken and that it's leading to my dad being heart broken," he explained turning to the road that was now back in action. "My dad wants my mom to be happy so he's thinking about filing a divorce but he doesn't know that my mom doesn't believe in divorces. . . she doesn't want him to feel like he's stuck with her so she never told him."

I took in all of that information quietly as I continued to listen to him speak. "After finding this out thats when I had went to the bar while you were taking your nap, you were awoke when I came back and I needed you to help me relieve some stress but you weren't ready and you were scared- I couldn't trust myself with being around you- so I had went to the gym for a few hours."

I grabbed his hand tightly in mines. "I wasn't scared of you I was scared that my first time would be out of lust."

"Mon amour, your first time will be far from lust." he replied with a husky chuckle causing me to blush."I know for a fact that you are ready but the problem is your scared of what will happen next."

He knows me better than I know myself, I thought to myself. Although I had never thought of that I knew that he was right.

Soon we pulled up to a restaurant and Toby got out, quickly coming to open my door for me. "I'm also scared of how you feel." I said before thinking.

"What do you mean?" Toby asked furrowing his eyebrows just as I was about to respond his eyes widened with realization then a genuine smile took over.

"I promise I do," he said brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. "I-" just as he was about to say the words we were interrupted by a flash.

"Every time." I heard him murmur under his breath, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Grabbing his hand, I guided him inside of the restaurant turning to see him smirking at me.

"What?" I asked turning to face him completely. "You taking control is a turn on," he said quietly but loud enough so I could hear. "But you don't know why we're here so I'm still in control."

I couldn't help but laugh as he pulled me along with him. I liked how he knew when to be playful and when he knew to be serious. Secretly, the playful one was my favorite.

"Why are we here then?" I asked him. Speaking of his two sides he was now serious.
"Wren," he says his name as if they were long time friends instead of with hate like he usually would. "And his wife invited us saying that there was something they wanted to talk to you about."

"Me?" I asked nervously. He nodded,"don't worry I'll be right there," he assured me. "I'm also curious as to why they want to speak to you."

Soon Wren's face came into view and he smiled motioning with his hand for us to join him.
"My wife has went to the ladies room but she shall be back shortly." Wren said, his accent rolling out beautifully.

Toby moved out of the way letting me slide into the booth before sliding in himself.
"I'm sure you are both curious as to why you are here," Wren said. Toby and I nodded in unison. "Well Spencer resembles-" he stopped speaking as a lady finally came to join us.

Toby turned to look at me then looked back at the lady. "What the hell." he murmured under his breath.

"Spencer," she said smiling at me from across the table. For some reason I wanted to smile but I couldn't bring myself to do that. "I'm glad to see that your doing okay."

Toby who continued his action of looking back and fourth finally settled his eyes on me. "Do you know her?" he asked me. I turned back to her cocking my head to the side a little.

I studied her face long and hard but I couldn't recall- I gasped as a flashback came to mind.

"Where do you want to go when your aloud to go away?" I asked looking over her shoulder trying my best to ignore the light bruise on her cheek that was only bound to darken in the future.
"I want to go to Paris, France." she replied sadly. "It's far and I won't ever have to look back."

"Will you take me with you?" I asked wrapping my arms around her. Her head bobbed slightly.
"I won't leave you here."

I chocked back a sob.
"M-Melissa?"