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6

Piercing rays of sunlight shoved their way through the blinds and warmed your skin. As you opened your eyes, still heavy with sleep, your brain ran circles until you remembered previous events.

On a normal morning, your eyes snapped opened exactly at seven- a mental alarm going off in your head and prohibiting you from sleeping in. Yet, here, smushed on a couch that's obviously only meant for one person, you've gotten some of the best sleep you've ever had. And probably the most.

Trying to shift positions, you found yourself trapped by a pair of protective arms. "Spencer." You mumbled, body already sore from a night of sleeping in odd positions. And then, when you registered the fact that it was a work day, "Spencer" you tried louder, still his grasp only tightened around you in protest, his cheek pressed against your shoulder. Any other time you would bask in the glory of this moment.

"Spencer!" You yelled now, moving as much as you could in your current state when you realized, despite the wonder of sleeping in, you were now probably drastically late. Getting on your bosses bad side was the opposite of what you needed.

Finally, the doctor shifted, grunting as he released you before sitting up. The loss of his weight around you left you cold.
He stretched his arms above his head, eyes closed, in all too calm of a matter. He was clearly still in a morning daze.
"Spencer we're late!" You cried, jumping up off the couch before scrambling in the cushions for your phone. Eventually you found it tucked into the deepest crevice of the couch.

9:35 it read.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!" Pacing across the room, you mumbled incoherent sentences under your breath as you thought out every worst possible outcome that this could result in. Spencer, still half asleep, just watched in amusement, not bothering to even get up.

Eyeing the doctor accusingly, you came to an abrupt stop. "Spencer, what are you doing!? Get up!" You ordered, marching over and pulling at his shirt sleeve.

"Okay, okay!" He laughed, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Go, go, go! Get dressed!" You exclaimed, lightly pushing his back as you guided him to his bedroom. Spencer, with a sideways smirk on his face, gladly abided your orders; rushing into his room before emerging a few seconds later, only this time with a fresh shirt halfway on.

You tried to advert your gaze as his fingers fumbled anxiously over the last buttons of the dress shirt, a patch of his chest revealed.
So, taking your time, you studied the floor until you assumed it was safe to look up, no doubt in your mind that your cheeks were burning red.

With Spencer's directions, you rushed to the bathroom where you brushed your teeth with the spare that Spencer apparently always keeps for emergencies. Your hands combed furiously through your hair, desperately trying to tame it.

"Are you ready?!" Reid called out. When you arrived in the living room, Spencer was holding two cups of steaming coffee. Despite his record breaking time, that's not what caught your attention. Rather, it was his hair. His soft curls had gone haywire, springing freely around his head in an all too evident manner that hinted at the previous nights events. No doubt attractive but very unconventional.

Spencer raised a worried eyebrow at you. "What is it?" He hesitantly questioned. "Are you okay?"

"Spencer... you can't go out like that." You explained, directing your finger to his hair. "Why not?"

You sighed deeply, not knowing a good way of explaining this. Blunt was seemingly the only option. "People might.. get the wrong idea... about us." You raised a brow to him before nodding over to the couch for extra effect.

"You mean..." Reid whispered softly, realization settling across his features. "People might think we.."
"Slept together." You finished for him.

Setting down the two steaming cups, Spencer gingerly readjusted his purple tie. "But we did." He countered with a shrug of his shoulders. You threw your hands in the air, defeatedly. "Not romantically!" You recited.

"It's actually not that rare for two people to have intercourse." Reid cited. "Studies show that about 46% of men end up sleeping with their partner on the first date while 33% of women do the same." He quoted, grabbing his satchel off the counter and lifting it over his head. You ran your hands over your face, subtly trying to avoid another blush. "Okay thats nice but that doesn't include us." You stated although you really wished it did.

"Your problem then?" Spencer asked innocently. "You hair!" You argued with a breathy laugh, gesturing again to the wild curls that somehow managed to still look beautiful yet all to revealing. "It's total bed head. It's morning after hair. I swear people are going to ask questions."

"Oh." Spencer whispered pitifully. Then, hesitantly, he lifted his hands to his hair and attempted to calm it. Still is was much too stubborn despite all his protests. After a few minutes Spencer gave you a "whatcha gonna do" shrug of his shoulders, extending the coffee to you once more. Accepting your drink you headed to the door, calling out behind you "Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Robin Williams said "No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world." It's your idea to help people. The idea to try and make this a better place. It also happened to be your idea to find a safe place.
It's Spencer's idea to be someone's safe place.

Sorry guys, this is a bit shorter than I usually write. I've been having testing recently at school and it's still going on so I haven't had much time to write but I promise I'm trying. Let me know in the comments what you think so far because I honestly have no idea how to feel about this book. ♥️♥️