Only Mine | S.R. ✔️

{thirteen}

It always comes back to you
boils
circles
itches
it's way back to you

-rupi kaur

-

"y/n it's looks like you didn't sleep at all" Morgan points out from his usual spot by Emily's desk.

"That's because I didn't" you grumbled.

Even brownies wouldn't help you in this moment. You played with the rings in your fingers, the pinky promise ring and the moonstone one. You tended to do this when your nervous or having bad anxiety, sometimes for no reason at all. The brown honey eyes you so resented scanned you, though you may have not seen it you felt it.

"I should really be working-" you said quickly speed walking to your desk. He occupied so much of your brain it physically pained you. The familiar throbbing returned to your forehead. A drink is what you needed, maybe Esme could hangout tonight. You shook off the thought continuing to gaze at your paperwork, analyzing every word that was printed in the paper.

How did he just show up in the same place as you, at the same time, same morning-night. There is no way he wasn't trying to find you.

No what you needed was sex, and it had to be good. Abruptly you dropped your pen and walked over to Reid's desk and leaning against.

"y/l/n" he acknowledged.

"Reid hello"

"What do you want?"

"I'm just here to annoy you" you mocked in a high pitched voice trying your best to resemble his. "Go to hell y/n" he scoffed.

"I've always wanted to punch the devil in the face- but I see you everyday so there is no need" you smirked. "Come over to my place tonight for my...formal apology for this morning" a small pout tugged in your face.

"Fine but only because I don't want you in my ass all day about this"

You clapped your hands together while a huge smile formed, "wonderful I can't wait!"

-

Just because he was coming over doesn't mean you need to prove yourself so, you out on a pair of old sweatpants and a Nirvana t-shirt.

Honestly this was the best you could do for him after all you didn't need to prove yourself. Not long after looking at the pictures on your TV there was a knock at your door.

"Reid come in" you smiled happily moving out of the way. He examined your apartment more closely, probably profiling you. Bookshelf's lined your living room. Any empty wall space full of paintings from the thrift store, and a rug under the coffee table. Everything was relatively clean.

"Ok so- i'm going to cook but you can't have any" you teased, he wasn't very amused. God this man needs to let loose. "What's your problem pipe cleaner" you scoffed.

"nothin"

"sure whatever"

You walked over to the kitchen pulling out some potatoes to make gnocchi. Frankly you didn't care if he liked it or not, and you didn't care to ask either. He ran his hands over the broken spines of your books. Now and days you would never willingly break a book spine but most of those are your mothers and fathers.

Setting a pot on the stove you boiled the potatoes not daring to speak and break the silence.

"Lots of books you have" he broke it for you.

"Um yeah most of them are my parents"

"cool."

Now this is when the awkward tension set in. Did you want to jump his bones? Absolutely.