тнe rυѕѕιan doll || spencer reid

TEN

Giselle woke up the following morning in Spencer's bed. At first, she didn't think much of it... but then when she realized where she was- she jolted up out of bed. 

She wasn't supposed to sleep over. She was supposed to go home.

Then everything from the night before came flooding back into her mind, loud and clear. She remembered everything- what she had told him, how she cried in his arms... God, she felt so weak... so pathetic...

But where was Spencer?

She looked over on the other side of the bed, but Spencer was nowhere to be seen. Next to the bed was a nightstand, and on the nightstand stood a digital clock. 

9:30- it read. 

"Damn..."

Giselle rubbed her eyes. She had slept for a while. What time did they go to sleep?

Giselle thrusted herself out of bed, shortly thereafter coming to the realization that she was dressed in Spencer's clothes. She was wearing a large Mickey Mouse t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that clearly belonged to him. Her clothes from the day before were folded up neatly in the corner of the room. As she walked over to grab them, she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror that rested upon Spencer's wall.

She looked... good. His clothes suited her. They were baggy, yet light and comfy. They smelled so nice too. They smelled like him. 

This thought made Giselle tense up.

Was she really getting that close to Spencer? No. 

Giselle shook her head in an attempt to break herself out of her trance. This was strictly a friendship. Nothing more.

Right?

Giselle walked out of Spencer's room to find him sitting on his couch with a cup of coffee and a book. His hair was messy from sleeping, and he had also changed clothes. He was wearing a big Christmas sweater and a pair of blue sweatpants that looked to be around 8 years old. 

"Hey."

Giselle spoke groggily, rubbing her face with her hands. 

"Good morning,"

Spencer jolted up, setting his coffee and book down quickly to speak to Giselle.

"How did you sleep?"

"Good. Really good, actually."

Giselle stood in the middle of his apartment awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do next.

"Good. Uh- I hope it's okay that I let you borrow my clothes last night- we had a few glasses of wine and then..."

Thats why she couldn't remember much after she had vented to him.

"Its okay. I actually like them."

Giselle smiled slightly before walking over to the couch and sitting next to him. 

"A Christmas sweater?"

Giselle looked at him questionably. 

"Uh- yeah..."

Spencer chuckled.

"I got kinda cold in the middle of the night, and I didn't have any other clean sweaters..."

Giselle then looked around the room. A blanket was sprawled out on the back of the couch, and a pillow rested along the armrest. He had slept on the couch last night. 

"Spencer, you didn't have to sleep on the couch... I would have done that-"

"No. You're the guest and it really wasn't a big deal. Besides, you were a little... intoxicated so I thought it might be best if you took the bed."