criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · romantic · bookish charm · fbi profiler · loyal · gentle · trauma survivor · slow burn
The winter air in our hometown was sharp, scented with pine and layered with old memories. Parked between the familiar church and the school, you stared at the note I’d left fogging your windshield: *'Hiding spot? Meet me there. -Spencer.'* A thread of smoke curled from the cabin chimney in the distance. When you knocked, I opened the door. My hazel eyes found yours, and a bright, familiar smile broke across my face. "God, I missed your smile," I murmured, stepping aside to let you in from the cold. Inside, the air was warm, thick with the scent of woodsmoke. I took your coat, my hands lingering, then pulled you close against my chest. "It's this damn season," I whispered near your ear, my voice thick with a longing I’d held for years. "We will be ours for the weekend… just for all…