He was doing the right thing.
That's what he kept repeating to himself as he watched her get dressed. Stamping down the memories of what had happened the night before, he tried to forget the way her body had moved against his. For the first time in months, he had felt alive...human.
But that didn't change the fact that this couldn't happen. That she deserved more than what he could offer her.
"JJ..."
She gave him a small smile and shook her head. "I understand, Hotch. You needed this." Moving closer, she rested a gentle hand on his face as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. "We can still work together. We're still friends."
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
JJ shook her head again, and he could see tears standing in her eyes. "I knew I wouldn't get to keep you. I'm just glad I got to have you at all."
WIth that, she was gone.