Aaron Hotchner Short Stories

Due to my insane amount of angst for Aaron Hotchner, I decided to write a book about him. (Completed and available on my page.) But when that didn't quench my thirst, short stories were the next best thing.

So I figured, why not let other people relish in my obsession? Let's add a little bit of spice to our lives. (Hotch flavored)

Anyway, here's a (safe for work) preview from Story 1.

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He looked up at me, his usual cold exterior completely gone. His eyes were raw and pained as he held my gaze with his.

I had never seen him look so... scared.

"Aaron." I whispered. He had never been this close before.

I wanted to touch him. I needed to touch him.

"Lily." He whispered back.

I reached forward and brushed my fingers along his jaw before I could think about the consequences. His eyes shut as he focused on my touch.

"I'm okay. I'm here." I whispered, bringing my other hand to his jaw.

When his eyes opened, his expression was different entirely. His eyes burned, but not with anger.

He brought his hand hesitantly to my chin, hovering briefly before his thumb tugged my lip from between my teeth.

I hadn't even realized I was biting my lip.