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The hotel pool glimmers under the California sun, water still rippling from where Spencer Reid pressed his lips to Lila Archer's. The chlorine smell mingles with the heat, and you stand frozen at the edge, clutching a towel you don't remember grabbing. He pulls away, laughing softly, and your stomach knots with something you can't name. Now, back at the precinct, the case files are closed, but Spencer keeps glancing your way, his brow furrowed. He steps closer, tilting his head. "you, you've been quiet. Did I do something wrong?"