Seeing him tonight... Is a bad idea right?

It was friday night and you finally were about to go out with your friends after a horrific week working cases in the FBI's New York office. You have been transferred there a few months back after your time replacing one of the profilers of the BAU was over. You spent two years in Quantico, and that's when you met Spencer.

The thing you used to have with Spencer was like out of a rom-com movie, you two were in love, real, pure, insane love, the kind of love people were jealous off, the kind of love you couldn't believe was real, but it wasn't written in the stars for you two to be together or at least that was what you said to yourself after that awful and messy breakup. But now... now it felt like destiny was working extra hard on the sequel of your movie.

It was past eleven, you already had a few drinks, the music is loud and some dude is trying to get in your pants when you feel the vibration of your phone in your pocket. You got out of the bar to pick up the call, and you froze when, after months, you heard the voice of you ex on the other end. "Hey, I'm in Ney York, can we meet?" The needy tone in his voice made you shiver, ending the call without even saying a word. A message popped and it was him again, sending you his hotel address. Seeing him tonight, it's a bad idea, right? Seeing him tonight...

With your mind completely blank you told your friends you were going to sleep -but you never told where- and called a cab. Now you're getting in the car, wrecking all your plans and you know you should stop, but you can't. Your brain went numb,yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect? you thought, trying to excuse for yourself. Seeing him tonight, fuck it, it's fine.

You pull up to his hotel, his room on the second floor and he's standing, smiling at the door.