Chloe Wallace needs a new start. When she lands in Washington, D.C. she hopes for the best. Finding a new job, meeting new people, and living a normal life away from her abusive ex-husband.
She moves into the Capital Plaza Apartments, right across t...
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CW: Discussions of domestic violence.
I googled all the art stuff. I wanted to be a painter when I was a teenager (along with a thousand other things lol) and read a bunch of art theory and art history books, but barely remember it because it was a bajillion years ago. So, it's possible I'm wrong about some stuff. Take it with a grain of salt lol I did my best <3
chloe.
Spencer drives like an old man, and it's the cutest thing in the world.
Everything on the road seems to make him nervous, and he follows the rules of to an absolute T, to the point where he actually gets frustrated that other drivers don't.
I just don't understand. They're rules for a reason!
He never goes above the speed limit— or below it. He always lets people in, maybe a little too much, and he doesn't listen to music when he drives.
But I have to say, I feel totally safe with Spencer Reid at the wheel.
When we pull up to the art gallery, the first thing I notice as Spencer kills the engine is that...
"We're the only one ones here?"
"Yeah, um... one of my team members called in a favor. We have the whole gallery to ourselves. For an hour— which isn't enough time to see everything, but I can show you the best parts."
He knew it would be closed, and he arranged this entire thing so that we could have privacy.
"Did you know this place would be closed?" I ask.
I don't even know why I'm asking that because it's Spencer. He knows everything, and if he doesn't know, he finds out. I also know that he's shy in person, but animated and charming via text. It's like something gets out of the way and he can really be himself when it's just words on a screen.
He blushes.
"I, uh... I sort of forgot when I was kissing you."
"You? Forget?" I giggle.
He shrugs, that blush deepening as he runs his fingers through his hair. It's perfectly messy, perfectly wavy, and perfectly him. I want to grab a big handful of it while I fuck his face.
My thighs press together and I will the thought away.
Not right now. We're just getting to know each other. I fell into things with Dean far too quickly, and I swore I wouldn't make that mistake again. Even if I'm head over heels for this tall, dorky guy who's passionate about sweater vests.
"Believe me, I was surprised too," Spencer laughs. "You ready to go?"
I nod and we get out of the car. I leave the flowers on the front seat. As we walk toward the gallery, my hand naturally gravitates toward Spencer's before I remember that he doesn't hold hands.
