countless encounters || spencer reid

f i f t e e n // warm

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Violet didn't know what she should expect after Spencer's last text.

I need to see you when I am back. I need to see you when I am back. I need to see you. I need.

Why? Did he want to talk about something? If so, what did he want to talk about?

After she had given Spencer the book nearly a week ago, she had a lot of things on her mind.

Charlie had tried to lift her mood and get her to think about other things.

But she didn't feel like taking her mind off of things, especially not through partying which had proven to be a complete disaster as Charlie's plan backfired when they met Alex on their second night out, a pint in his one hand, the other one securely wrapped around the waist of another woman. The other woman.

But it didn't bother her as much as it probably should have. Of course, she felt a little sting. But that was all.

She had even mustered a small smile and he had wanted to talk to her, but luckily Spencer had called in that very moment.

She excused herself to go and take the call, Alex trying to hold her by her wrist.

"I want to talk to you." He had said, there was something in his voice that she despised now, he had a new girlfriend, he shouldn't talk to her like that. I want.

"Let me go, this is important- I really have to take this." She claimed, wriggling her hand free and going outside to take the call.

"Violet!" She ignored him.

As she had heard Spencer's voice, her mood had lifted and her mind drifted off to the last time the two met in person.

Regardless of how cliché it sounded, she had felt a little electric rush when she had handed him the book and their hands had met.

She drifted off imagining what it would feel like to  hold his cold hand in hers and when she caught herself thinking this way she blushed, slowly bringing the conversation with him to an end.

When she had returned to the inside of the club, she looked for Charlie and spotted him dancing with a group of girls who were on a hen's night from what it looked like- they were all dressed up as cowgirls.

She nudged him towards the exit, trying to pull down the dress she wore on her way out, in an attempt to hide the fact that it was the same dress she had worn on the last night out with Alex, but to no avail- It rose up a bit when she walked and he had pointed it out the first time he saw her in it- and now she saw him looking at her from his seat at the bar. He knew she had initially bought it for him and she knew that he knew and due to that it should have bothered her even more, but somehow it didn't. She overheard his girlfriend fake a laugh at some stupid joke he had told.

Violet felt like writing. She needed to write, her fingers were craving to type down on a keyboard, to hold the gel pen she normally carried around with her, she really needed to. But at the same time her mind was blank and she didn't know what she would jot down in her messy handwriting.

She hadn't figured her feelings out yet.

And Spencer 'needed to see her', so she tried to figurre out why, what he maybe wanted to talk about and then she scolded herself as she lay in bed, hearing Charlie's snores from the couch in the living room echoing through her flat.

Spencer probably just wants to say thanks. Give her the book back. Just talk. Not talk talk she thought, staring up at the dark ceiling.

The day after that she wrote, and the day after that day, too.