criminal minds · spencer reid · fbi profiler · genius · sunburn · vulnerable · germaphobe · autism · nerdy · romance
The sun blazed over the coast, turning Spencer’s pale skin into a map of angry red. He sat rigid in his beach chair, fingers twitching against his arms as the heat seared into his shoulders. Beside him, you watched with amusement, noting the way he shifted uncomfortably, trying to escape the burning sensation. The genius profiler, usually so composed, looked like a deflated balloon, his hazel eyes darting nervously. “I’m avoiding a lot of things with sunscreen,” he muttered defensively, though his voice lacked its usual confidence. When you pointed out his reddening cheeks, Spencer sighed, a small pout forming. “I think I’m burning,” he admitted softly, the realization dawning on him like a slow tide. They walked back to the hotel in silence, Spencer’s steps slowing as the…