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To Dr. Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds did you dirty, Pretty Boy. You deserved a happy ending, so this one’s for you.
I am so weak for this man it's not even funny
“Did you know studies show more pathogens are exchanged by shaking hands than a ten-second kiss?”
you told me I couldn’t refer to him as Nerdy Michelangelo.”
How come none of the writers of Criminal Minds have thought of this nickname
“Reading is good for the brain. It increases knowledge, expands vocabulary, strengthens cognitive skills—did you know that reading can reduce stress by up to sixty-eight percent? It works faster than listening to music or drinking a cup of hot tea.”
The only space in my life for any kind of relationship existed in the blank pages of my next book,
Sad. But felt.
Research showed messiness and clutter were common characteristics among people with higher IQs.
Telling my mum that next time.
My blood pumped so loudly I could hardly hear myself speak. “How to coax the mouth open with my tongue.” All the things I’d felt before intensified as though they were put in a pressure cooker. Even the slightest change—the slightest hitch of her breath or brush of her chest into mine—created an exponential response in my body. “How the tongues would interact. Where mine should stroke and explore,” I went on, my voice completely hoarse. “The sounds you would make to indicate your pleasure.” A soft moan escaped her mouth, and a quake ran through my entire body.
“I’ll marry you.”
OH DAMN GURL
Sydney was my wife.
“How are you so calm? There are people camped outside your house. You’re stranded in a garage apartment with a stranger you married—” “You’re not a stranger. You’re my wife.”
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I’d also never had a blow job or a wife before, so I tried to take that into consideration before deciding if I needed professional help.
Homie is going through it I fear
“I want you here, Ranger.” I slid my tongue along my bottom lip. “I want my husband.”
It wasn’t experience that made a man a good kisser, it was attention. Attention to the detail and nuance of a woman’s pleasure. Attention to the way she responded over the focus of your own desire.
I was her husband. I would do anything to protect her. Even if it was only so she could safely walk away from me in the end.
Heart broken, soul crushed, will to live non existent
“Probably the French. They would come up with something like that,”
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“This is already complicated, Ranger.” Her thumb traced gently over my injured flesh, highlighting the truth of her words. “But I want to be complicated with you.”
“Having a life I can’t forget isn’t the same as having a life worth remembering. And the only life worth remembering, Sydney, is the one that has you in it. You’re my snow angel, the part of all of this worth savoring… you’re my magic.” His warm breath fused to my lips. “Say you’ll stay tonight… and the rest of your life?”
They don't do men like that anymore
“How rude,” she huffed, and if it wasn’t for the life-threatening predicament she was in, her brave response would’ve almost been comical.
Cindy the GOAT
“I love you,” he murmured against my hair, kissing the side of my head. I whimpered into his neck, tears soaking my cheeks. “I love you, too,” I sobbed,
“I told them I’m a doctor.” My jaw dropped. “What?” “I am a doctor, so technically, it wasn’t a lie.” “Oh no? Then what was it?” I choked out. One dimple punctuated his grin. “A second opinion.”
DR SPENCER REID MY LOVE
