FREAKING OUT ² ➢ spencer reid

XIII

At some point I fell asleep. When I woke up I felt the bed move as Reid slid to the edge, his feet swinging over the mattress and quietly hitting the floor. He groaned as he stretched. I opened one eye, watching him roll his shoulders back and moan, his bones cracking as he tossed his neck from side to side. I bit my lip, staring at the back of his head. His hair, like usual, was messy; sticking up in various spots wildly while still somehow managing to look cute.

When he turned I quickly shut my eyes again, feeling my heartbeat quicken. Even though he was fully aware of how much I was still in love with him the idea of him catching me staring was still enough to send me into frenzy of embarrassment.

"Do you mind if I steal your shower?"

I opened my eyes, pulling the covers over the bottom half of my face as I shook my head.

He pushed himself off the bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

For a while I laid there silently, listening to the sound of him unbuckling his belt and yawning. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, imagining how he looked that first night we spent together. I felt my face grow hot, my mind running through the events like a full length film, remembering every last detail. Awkwardly, I wriggled under the covers, curling up into an uncomfortable ball. I couldn't help, but feel ashamed for thinking about it. Reid and I were just friends and as much as I wanted more I knew it wasn't right.

The shower head turned on. I opened my eyes again, hearing him step into the tub. Slowly, I sat up, pushing back a couple of loose strands of hair behind my ear as I felt my face grow hot. The majority of me hated how attracted to him I was, even though I knew there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. Biologically I couldn't choose who my body craved and although it was annoying, the other much smaller part of me was somehow glad it was him. Spencer Reid was the perfect specimen and he deserved to have girls lusting after him.

I felt the area between my legs pulse uncomfortably, causing me to tightly shut my eyes and swear under my breath. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, pressing my thighs together tightly as I balled up my fists and rested them against my knees. Since I got home I hadn't been able to relieve myself; something I started doing pretty often once I moved to London. At first I thought it was kind of weird, but eventually after an informative talk with Prentiss, I ended up starting to like it.

"Are you okay?"

My eyes shot open. I turned to face Reid who was standing at the doorway drying his hair with a towel. Thankfully he was fully clothed, the only difference being he ditched his tie. The top button of his shirt was still undone, exposing a small space at the centre of his chest. Even though it wasn't much I still feel uncomfortable looking at it. I pressed my lips together, suppressing an embarrassing groan as I nodded my head.

He narrowed his eyes, scanning my frame which was now hunched over the bed in extreme discomfort. "What are you doing?"

"Stretching," I lied. I leaned forward and raised out my hands.

He looked completely unconvinced at my response, but thankfully didn't push the matter. Instead, he wandered back into the bathroom.

I let out a heavy sigh and leaned my elbows against my knees. I pressed the palms of my hands against my eyes, pushing down as I mentally screamed at the top of my lungs. If he knew I was horny for him he'd never let me live it down.

"Hey, uh..." he walked over to my side and tapped my shoulder.

I jumped at his touch, moving away from his hand as I looked up to meet his gaze, which looked very confused.