A little sneak peak of what's to come for these two. (:
Reid doesn't open his eyes, but he stretches. He groans, realizing he fell asleep on the couch and there was a crick in his back. He opens his eyes and realizes that the floral scent attacking his senses is Bridie's hair. She's curled up into his side, and her head is resting in the crease of his elbow. He smiles at the beauty of her sleeping, peaceful face. The freckles he once thought lined her cheeks prove to lightly splatter her nose and forehead as well. He leans down and kisses the top of her hair. He was so lucky that she didn't find him awkward or weird. His lips turn up in a smile as he sees her eye blink slowly. She smiles.
"Hey, sleepyhead," he whispers. He reflexively pulls her in closer to him, and Bridie smiles. Her teeth are beautiful, and her smile makes her radiate light. She feels his arms squeeze again and reflexively jumps up. Before Reid can ask, she's running down the hall. Reid sits up, clearly stirred out of his morning bliss. What the hell, he thinks. Five minutes pass before Reid decides to check on her. He realizes the bathroom door is shut, and he taps lightly on it. "Bridie, are you okay?" He hears her shuffling and a long, deep sigh. Oh, no. He knew that sigh—it was the sigh of a triggered reaction.
"I'm fine, Spencer." She doesn't open the door, and Reid sighs. He jiggles the knob of the door before it opens, and he just stares at her. She has tear streaks down her cheeks, and her eyes are puffy. She is curled in the corner of the bathtub and the wall, and she's rocking slowly. Reid crouches in front of her, tucking a curl behind her ear.
"Tell me what I did wrong." He doesn't ask, but his soothing voice calms Bridie down a bit. She shakes her head forcefully—she didn't want him to know. Reid lightly holds the sides of her face and looks straight in her eyes. She takes a deep breath.
"H-holding me that close," she says. Reid knits his eyebrows in confusion. She hadn't had an issue last night. She looks down. "I didn't drop out of Juilliard because I wanted to—I dropped out because I had to. The winter of my sophomore year, I was stalked and abducted from my dorm." Reid analyzes the way she talks, and realizes she's not telling him the whole thing. He stares down at her face.
"You were raped," he states coldly, his mind racing. She bites her lip and nods. Reid feels the anger boiling in him, but he holds it back. For her. He kisses her forehead. "Then I'll stay back." She shakes her head.
"N-no. I really like you. It was just the fact I woke up in a place I'd never seen with arms around me. It's been a long time since that has happened." She bites her lip and looks at him—Reid doesn't look convinced. Suddenly, she's pressing her lips against his with bruising force. Reid's eyes go wide in shock, but he shuts them tight. He didn't realize he was kissing her back until her tongue ran along his lower lip. He gently pushes her away and opens his eyes to see her staring at him.
"Slow, okay?" His palms were sweating; he'd never really felt this close to anyone. They had only met days before, and yet she held a part of him that he never knew existed. She nods at him, and he leans in and kisses her lightly. He pulls back and smiles at her. "Is there any other secrets you're hiding from me?" He was only joking with her, but Bridie's palms started sweating. She didn't want to tell him, not yet. She would only tell him when she absolutely had to—the news could and, most likely, would devastate him.