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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.
“Did you know studies show more pathogens are exchanged by shaking hands than a ten-second kiss?”
It was logical to avoid things that caused uncontrollable and potentially hazardous reactions. I already had a list of those. Shellfish. Cocaine. Explosives. And now, Sydney Ward.
Smart people knew their weaknesses; brilliant people avoided them at all costs.
“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.”
Research showed messiness and clutter were common characteristics among people with higher IQs.
Achilles had his heel. Samson had his hair. Superman had kryptonite. And I… I had Sydney.
your tongue so far down Ranger’s throat you could rim his assho—”
“There are no experts on loving, Ranger. Just people brave enough to try.”
Ohio
Ohio mentioned
“According to Einstein, time is relative—a measurement affected by gravity. And in the eleven weeks, six days, nineteen hours and thirty-six minutes since I met you, I’ve never fallen so hard, yet my feet haven’t left the ground. The only conclusion is that gravity has changed because you’re around, and therefore time has, too.”
“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?”
I’d always perceived love as this amorphous emotion, something I wanted, but I was never sure how I’d be able to understand it enough to hold on to it. But it wasn’t. It was concrete. It was as strong as gravity. As swift as lightning. As warm as the sun and as enduring as time. It was an equation made of variables of touch and taste, conversation and connection, but it was one that wasn’t meant to be solved; it was meant to be lived.
