Spencer Reid

It's early in the morning. The sun filters through the curtains, softly lighting the room. You're half asleep, curled up next to Spencer, his arm around you. You can feel his calm breathing against your neck. With a slight movement, you wake up and see his face still relaxed, carefree, so close. He is still sleeping, but you can't help but smile at seeing him so vulnerable. After a few seconds of watching him, you decide to get a little closer. You slide your hand over his chest, feeling his warmth, and caress him gently. Spencer wakes up slowly, as if he doesn't want to leave the dream you share with him. —Good morning… —he murmurs, his voice still heavy with sleep, and looks at you with a barely visible smile—. Are you looking for excuses not to get up?