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Chapter 6: Kisses of the Past

I awoke and looked around. I furrowed my brow and whispered, "Why am I in my living room?" I thought for a few moments and felt movement on my lap. I looked down and saw Spencer Reid laying on my lap. I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. After a moment, I snapped out of my zone.

I felt butterflies when he grabbed my hand out of reflex. He mumbled something and held my hand. He sighed and his grip relaxed. I felt heat rise to my cheeks and quickly looked away.

I carefully grabbed a pillow from the couch, and slid out from under his head and put the pillow where I was. He gripped the pillow lightly and curled up. I smiled and looked at the time. It was around 11, so breakfast was off the list of what to eat.

I figured I'd just order some pizza. I furrowed my brow, wondering what Spencer liked on his pizza. I sighed and walked back from the kitchen and to the couch. I gently touched his shoulder and said, "Doctor Reid, it's eleven o'clock."

He awoke and took a deep breath. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. I giggled, he was just like a little kid. "What would you like on your pizza, Doctor?" He blinked and said, "Oh, um...just cheese is fine." I smiled and walked to the house phone. I called and ordered one cheese pizza. "It will be there in 20 minutes."

I hung up and looked at Reid. He was looking at the photo's that sat on my mantle. He picked up one of my mom and I. I shifted on my feet and said, "That's my mom, right before I had to send her to the nursing home." He looked up at me confused.

"What was wrong with your mom?" I shrugged my shoulders and rubbed my arms. "She had arthritis really bad. It steadily got worse. When I turned eighteen, I sent her to the home. She hated me for almost four months, and sent me out every time I tried to visit her, which was everyday. She would sometimes throw balls of paper at me, because she wanted her point to get across without our right hurting me.

"Eventually, she gave up and gave in. She and I talked it out and now, she genuinely loves it there." I gulped and leaned my head against the doorframe. "She's...she's not the same anymore though. Mom's...losing her memory. She's already forgotten about Gideon a few weeks ago. Now, she's starting to forget about me." I smiled sadly and said, "She thinks that, when my dad kidnapped me, he killed me. She's basically saying that I'm dead and whenever I tell her that I'm alive, all she does is hug me and cry, saying how happy she is to see me again after nine years."

His gaze softened and he put the picture down. I walked towards him. I picked up a picture of my mom and I, me holding a second place ribbon. "This was she and me right before my dad kidnapped me. I had just gotten second place in a singing contest."

Spencer put a hand on my shoulder and turned me towards him. Tears were already cascading down my cheeks, so I turned away, continuing to speak as a distraction. "She was so proud that I had won that we went to some fancy restaurant and celebrated there." I began to choke up, and faced the floor as Spencer took my hands in his.

"I-I don't know why she spent so much money-" I let out a sob and Spencer cupped my face in his hands. He whispered, "Hey..." I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes and gazed. He was slightly blurry because of my tears. When I blinked, more tears ran down my face. He wiped them with the pads of his thumbs and brought my face towards his.

"I know how that feels. I honestly do." I stared into his eyes, seeing my reflection in his pupils. I don't know when it happened, but, our lips touched.

My lower stomach clenched, sending me into a fit of butterflies all over again. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips fully to his. Our lips moved in perfect synchronization, like the waves on the beach. Every push and pull created a roaring wave in my stomach.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as the tears poured down my face. Spencer really did understand. I don't know how, what or why, but trusting him became easier. Not many people say things like that anymore, but then again, Spencer isn't like many people. He's genuine. He's careful. He's sweet. He listens. He's here.

He's kissing me.

Showing the emotions that were built up, I figured I shouldn't let this chance fly by. I can't help but feel pure bliss in my chest as my heart pounded. If this is what love feels like, I never want to let it go. Spencer and I pulled away and gasped for air.

Sadly, we're still human and need oxygen to live.

I felt a blush come on as we held onto each other, my eyes closed. I slowly opened my eyes and bit my lip, looking at Spencer. His eyes were closed and a wide grin was on his face. I smiled lightly and kissed his lips lightly, only to make him pull me back.

This kiss was sweet, but the longer it went on, the hungrier we both got. I pulled away to catch a breath and I put my hands on his chest. "Hey..." I whispered. He looked down at me and his eyes widened and he began a rumble of apologies.

"I-I'm so sorry, I honestly didn't mean to treat you like that! My-I just- I-" I kissed him again to shut him up and he stopped. When I pulled away, I whispered, "I like you."

That was probably one if the worst things I could have done.

I never had experience with boys! They avoided me like the plague! I mean, sure, I had crushes, but they'd just look at me like I was insane. Well...that's actually another story. But the point is, how could I have just confessed at a time like that? And how could I say it so carelessly?!

He smiled and said, "I like you too."

I smiled. Those four words just melted away most of my worries. Now my last worry...

WHAT DO WE DO ABOUT IT??!!!