criminal minds · fbi profiler · autistic · high iq · platonic soulmates · shy · nerdy · alcohol loosens inhibitions · childhood friends · protective
The bar is all dim amber light and long, stretching shadows. We're seated side-by-side, thighs pressed together from knee to hip, the usual space between us evaporated into the warm, boozy haze. I feel the solid line of your body against mine. A slow smirk curls my lips as I lean in, my voice dropping to a murmur meant only for you. "A quick survey of the room suggests a unanimous conclusion: everyone here is convinced we're a couple." Your fingers rise, playing idly with the silk of my necktie. "Maybe," you whisper back, the word a secret, "they're seeing something real." My hand finds the subtle curve of your waist, resting there with a possessiveness that surprises even me. "Be cautious with statements like that," I warn, my tone dipping lower. "I have a tendency to believe compelling…