Under My Skin - A Spencer Reid Fanfiction.

Chapter 8: 'Professional'

Song for this chapter: Do I Wanna Know — The Arctic Monkeys 🎵

'The nights were mainly made for saying things

That you can't say tomorrow day,'

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I lay there, tangled in the sheets, my mind racing faster than my heart could beat.
It wasn't just the kiss— I couldn't stop replaying everything that had led up to it. The ride back to the hotel had been nothing but thick, humiliating and heavy silence. Reid barely looked my way, and I was too stubborn to say anything, but of course, it was impossible to ignore what had happened between us.

I turned onto my side, staring blankly at the wall, recalling every detail of that damn car ride. The tension had been evident, simmering just beneath the surface, and the air was electric. Every time I glanced at him— even if just for a second— I thought of how his lips had felt on mine. His body so close, his hand in my hair...The way he'd pulled back so reluctantly like he was suppressing all the urges to deepen our actions.

It hadn't been just for the case, had it?

I clenched my jaw, desperately trying to shake off the thought. No, it couldn't have been real. It was a show. A performance, just like he said.

I mean the guy was literally fucking infuriating, so why was I here trying to suppress these thoughts that consumed me?

I closed my eyes, begging myself to stop replaying it over and over, but it was impossible. His warmth, his scent, the softness of his lips—they were imprinted on me now.

What the hell was wrong with me?

A sigh left my lips, my body furthering into the uncomfortable dent of the hotel bed.

Then, a soft knock echoed through the room and I froze— my heart stuttering in my chest as I stared at the door.

I was tempted to ignore whoever was on the other side, but curiosity— a hint of dread— made me get up. Slowly I padded across the room, my bare feet silent on the carpet, and reached for the door handle.

I hesitated, fingers brushing over the cool metal of the handle, the uncertainty gnawing at my gut. Who the fuck was knocking at this hour?

Twisting the handle and opening the door just a crack, revealed a tall brunette with an unidentifiable expression on the other side of the threshold.

Dr. Reid.

His expression was as conflicted as I felt, his eyes avoiding mine for a second before finally meeting them. He was still in his clothes from earlier, hair slightly dishevelled, and that familiar tension hovered between us like a storm waiting to break.

"I... uh, couldn't sleep," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. His gaze flickered down, then back up to me, still unreadable. "I thought we should talk."

"Please?"
My heart pounded as I stepped back, opening the door wider, unsure if I was ready for whatever this encounter was going to be.

I closed the door behind him as he entered, the soft click echoing strangely in the quiet room. My heart continued to thump in my chest, each beat louder than the last as I silently watched Reid take in his surroundings. His scent—familiar from earlier—struck me again, making it impossible to ignore the almost painful memories.

Reid glanced at the floor, his voice breaking the silence. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it," he admitted, his tone low, almost hesitant. His eyes flickered toward me, unsure, as though he were waiting for some kind of confirmation or denial from my end. "What happened between us... it wasn't supposed to."