Only you | Derek Morgan

Secrets, lies and bedtime kisses

L A Y L A ' S P O V

"Tequilaaaaaa."

Emily sways slightly as she slides a tray of shots onto the table and laughs bellow around our booth because more shots seem like the last thing she should be having.

Since it's Halloween night, the bar is swimming with people in various different costumes. Some scary, some funny, some I don't understand but everyone in the bar seems to have the same goal, get drunk and have a good time.

Rossi and Hotch decided not to come out to the bar with the rest of us, opting to spend the night in with the kids. The idea of getting a babysitter was thrown out, but they brushed it off, Rossi claiming he wanted to get back to writing his new book and Hotch mentioning he had paperwork to get to when the kids went down.

Why they would rather work then watch Penelope and I bumping and grinding on each other to S&M by Rihanna is beyond me because if I do say so myself, we put on quite a show.

There is video evidence on everyone's phones from where they recorded us on the dance floor and I will be requesting it to be deleted when the alcohol wears off.

We all pick up a shot from the tray, clinking the glasses together when we shout a cheers at each other over the booming music.

Derek is sitting directly across from me so I keep my eyes on him when I lick the salt off my hand, downing the shot and sucking the lime wedge between my lips.

Derek's dark eyes don't leave my face, zeroed in on my mouth. He's not paying attention to anything around him, so much so that I have to kick his leg underneath the table when I see Spencer trying to get his attention.

"Huh?" Derek blinks, looking towards Spencer. "What was that?"

Spencer snickers, tilting the neck of his beer at him. "I said are you planning on going home with someone dressed like that?"

"Like this?" Derek laughs, gesturing to his sweater vest. "There isn't enough luck in the world."

"Hey!" Spencer yells offended, balling up a napkin and throwing it at his head. "You're dressed like me. That's rude."

Averie snickers behind the rim of her cocktail glass. "The girls are fighting."

"Let's play a game," Penelope says, interrupting the bickering and her drunken glossed over eyes look around the booth at everyone. "Never have I ever?"

When we all agree, JJ says she'll start. She purses her lips while she ponders her question. "Never have I ever...had a one night stand?"

I don't drink because technically what was going to be my first one night stand turned into whatever the hell Derek and I are now. Everyone else drinks.

I gasp teasingly, pointing my finger around the booth. "Sluts, all of you."

Averie's brows crease when she turns to me. "What about that guy from the bar a couple weeks ago?"

Shit. "I'm, um, still sleeping with him."

I don't know why I thought the lie was better than the truth because it only brings more questions from everyone. What's his name? Are we dating? What does he do?