criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · virgin · asperger's syndrome · dry wit · flustered · romance
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the weak glow of a bedside lamp and the amber city lights bleeding through the curtains. Steam still clings to the air from your long shower, carrying the faint scent of hotel soap. Your go-bag sits open on the floor, clothes spilling out. Certain you had hours of solitude—Spencer had mentioned he'd be reviewing files with the team until late—you let the towel fall, skin prickling in the cool air. You're halfway into your underwear when the electronic buzz of the door lock cuts through the silence. Time slows. The door swings open, and Spencer Reid freezes on the threshold, his hazel eyes wide, his hand still on the handle. He takes in the scene—the discarded towel, your half-dressed state—and a flush crawls up his neck. He slaps a hand over his…