Chapter one:
Kiss OR Kiss?
No matter what she may have told everyone, the bearue, her colleagues, her friends, she was not okay.
Sure mealy Anne Prentiss was physically sound, well she had a few bruised ribs and a massive headache but other than that, she would be back in commission in no time.
Or at least her body would be, her mind might take a bit longer. Okay, a whole hell of a lot more. Her emotions were getting way way out of control.
Her and it was all his fault. If he'd never offered to drive her home none of this ever would have happened, because if she hadn't let Aaron Hotchner drove her home, he never would have kissed her. And lord but if he'd never kissed her maybe Emily wouldn't be sitting on her bed, replaying that moment over and over and over again, it had been such a great kiss.
'A kiss that never should have happened, and was probably a mistake' Emily had to remind herself every so often to keep her mind from getting too into those stupid fantasies that just wouldn't leave her alone. Her logic was in overdrive keeping those at bay.
Still, there was nothing that could keep her from replaying that very real moment where her very off- limits, just divorced bosses had met her own in an admittedly intense touch of beyond bruising pressure.
Emily groaned in pure frustration, sexual or otherwise, at the thought. It had all started so textbook, so simple. Just a supervisor giving his banged up subordinate a ride home. Just to make sure she got home okay. It should have been so simple! But then Emily should have learned as soon as she met him for the first time, nearly11 years ago, working security for mother, that when it came to Aaron hotchner, nothing was ever simple.