Ivy's POV
I wake up entangled in warmth. I hear an alarm going off, which was probably what woke me up.
I go to sit up, but stop from a force holding me down. I blow my bangs away from my line of sight, and I spot an arm around my waist.
I look over to my side to find a snoring Spencer. Damn, he's adorable. No, can't think about that now, I- "Oh shit!" I exclaim aloud, awakening a confused Spencer. I guess it took me a while to notice WE were sleeping TOGETHER.
Spencer sits up fast, as he goes for his gun. "No no, it's fine. We're fine. We're safe." Spence sighs in relief, as he exhales. A breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, baby..."I say resting my forehead against his. He smirks. "Baby?" He chuckles cheekily.
"I- I'm-" I stutter out. I catch him frown. "What is it?" I ask.
"Quick question. When did we strip?" He asks, a little hesitant.
I look down to find myself without a shirt. I look back at him, as my face heats up.
I spot him grab a small blanket and place it around my shoulders.
"Thanks. Tell me a story?"
He smiles. "Of course."
"How about the one where I was sent into a casino to play poker?"
"Why?"
"Well the UnSub was an obsessive gambler. He believed that killing would give him luck to win games."
"I don't believe in luck. I believe in skills."
"Precisely."
"Did you play a game with him?"
"I tried, except he accused me of trying to steal his chips, so I got kicked out."
"People are very protective of their chips."
"I bet you're really good at poker since it involves statistics, math, and odds. You're a profiler too, so you must have an amazing poker face."
"All true, very true. I am quite amazing." He proudly jokes.
I giggle as I lay my head back on his chest.
"To be honest this wasn't the first time I was kicked out of a casino."
I laugh. "Oh really?"
"I got kicked out for counting the cards."
I raise my head and stare him in the eyes. "Of course you did, but you caught him in the end, right?"
"No, sadly be committed suicide."
I nod. I don't want to bring back any memories of such, so I look behind the couch to find my shirt. I scoff. "How the hell does a shirt end up- never mind."
I leave my shirt and turn back to face Spencer. I scoff/giggle. "Spence?"
"Yes?"
I take out my phone and take a picture of his neck.
"Ivy, what the-"
My face turns a bright pink, as I show him the photo.
