Stay With Me A•H

8 - False Hope

Our hands interlaced and the world seemed to fall at his grasp. The bustle of people and the constant buzz that filled your ears slipped away along with the swarm of constructive thoughts. At that moment it was just you and him in the world.

Staring into his honey-colored eyes that you would often find yourself getting lost in, you could feel his heartbeat and smell his faint scent of cologne in the air. "I want you, I've wanted you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. It's been you it always has. So please y/n please stay with me." His honey eyes searched yours in a plea, a plea you so badly wanted to give into.

His words and the gust of wind sent a shiver down your spine. Your mouth becoming dry knowing you had to tell him the words that would inevitably break him. "I'm sorry, I can't." You whispered back, tears welding in your eyes watching his eyes soften in hurt.

"Y/n." Your eyes flickered opened meeting the same honey-colored eyes in your dream. The light static in your ear and the familiar scent of Hotch causing you to peel yourself off your textbook.

You cleared your throat straightening your tasseled blouse and wild hair. "I'm sorry. I don't even remember closing my eyes. Where were we?" You mumbled flipping your textbook open, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with the heel of your palm.

"We were just finishing." He remarked closing the textbook that sat on his lap.

Your lips fell into a thin line a small sigh of guilt leaving your lips. "Thanks again Hotch. Same time tomorrow?" With the nod of his head, you sat up collecting the mound of textbooks and papers stacking them into a neat pile.

With the test a week away your nerves were at an all-time high. The pit of fear never wavering from your stomach as the countdown began. You were never good at test-taking, to begin with, but the thought of this test deciding if you were going to jump-start your career was truly petrifying.

Luckily Hotch had been by your side through the late-night studying sessions and the preparation for the practice test. But with being in the presence of Hotch 24/7 came weird dreams.

The dreams always started with you two going to the roof him confessing his feeling towards you, and always ended with you telling him you couldn't be in a relationship. After the third night in a row of the same dream, you took it upon yourself to research the meaning behind it.

You knew you could have just asked Spencer he would have had plenty of facts and the meaning behind bizarre dreams. But with the helpful information would come demanding questions. Questions you wouldn't know how to answer.

It was not like you two were infatuated with each other. But at the same time, you couldn't deny you hadn't thought of him that way at least once. But he was your boss.

He was your teacher... Your mentor. Not to mention he had a child and was freshly single, and even if you both decided you wanted to pursue your perfectly fine relationship you would never hear the end of it from your stepdad.

When you first informed your family about the interview, the first thing that poured out of your stepdad's mouth was. "Don't you think about getting involved with one of those high maintenance, overconfident bureaucratic men. They are not worth your time. "

Of course, your naive self promised him that you would never do that, and you planned to stick to that promise. You weren't going to give him a reason to talk bad about you behind your back.

"Have you eaten?" Hotch raised his eyes towards you, snapping you out of your haze as he swept the pile of books out of your hands.

"I ate breakfast." You called back, packing all your stuff while he walked back to his office. He came back a few minutes later, his tall built frame leaned against the door frame a joyful glint resting in his eyes. The same alluring eyes you saw in your dream.