Conflict of Interest

11. Bad Habits

A gentle smile creeps up onto his lips, hazel eyes looking down at the floor. "Good."

"Good," you repeat, feeling the awkwardness bubble up. "You're hiding something."

"What?" He looks up to face you.

"The look on your face, you want to say something but you're holding it back. What is it?"

"Why are you in profiling 101 and not the FBI already?"

"Don't avoid my question with flattery, Dr. Reid," you say with a smug grin.

"Do you want to be each other's first time-?"

"Sorry to break it to you, doc, but I'm not a virgin."

"That's not what I meant. Earlier, we both said we haven't really done anything really wrong. Do you want to be each other's first time doing something 'bad'?"

"Dr. Reid! Are you proposing what I think you're proposing?" You ask dramatically with a grin.

"If you are thinking that I'm proposing what I am, then yes."

"Oh ha ha." You take a step closer and run your finger down his chest, not breaking eye contact. "If you're suggesting we have sex, then we're on the same page."

He swallows, looking down at you as his chest rises and falls pretty quickly. "We're on the same page."

"And no more kicking me out?"

"No ma'am. No more avoiding me?"

"No sir," you smile softly. "Or would you prefer doctor?" You lean up into his face, talking softly.

"Either. Either is fine." His words are fast, nerves mixed with excitement.

"Given by that," you point down at his erection. "I'd say it's more than fine, doctor."

Spencer let's out a soft, nervous chuckle.

You pull him closer by his tie, untucking it from his sweater vest. "Are you going to kiss me or what?"

His hands grasp the sides of your face as he connects his lips to yours. You feel the butterflies explode in your stomach while your hands move to the back of his neck. You stand on the tips of your toes and tug him down toward you while deepening the kiss. Your tongue slides in his mouth, causing a soft and muffled groan to come from him.

Spencer pulls away slowly, breathing heavy. "Not here."

"Oh c'mon, it's kind of hot."

He shakes his head. "Someone could walk in and it would destroy your reputation completely and get me fired."

You nod softly. "Okay. Okay. Your place." You hold your hand out. "Phone."

He hands it to you after digging it out of his pocket.

You type for a second then hand him your phone. "Text me the address."

"When are you coming?" Spencer asks, hazel eyes looking into your eyes.

"Whenever I get there, doc. Learn some patience," you tell him with a smug smile on your face.

He nods gently. "I'll see you then."

You leave the classroom, heading to your dorm room. You change into a red tank top and cute black shorts, tossing a jacket over it and zipping up.

Nina was out with a few of your other friends, giving you the perfect opportunity to leave without questions. You spray on a few pumps of your favorite perfume, brush your teeth and hair, and slip on your high top converse before grabbing your keys and heading out.