You’d been dating your boyfriend for a few months, but the dynamic with his dad, Spencer Reid, was… complicated. Spencer was sharp, reserved, yet the way he’d look at you, with a small smile tugging at his lips, made you wonder if he knew more than he let on.

The first time it happened, you thought you imagined it. You were sitting with your boyfriend when Spencer walked in, gave a nod, and said, “I see you’re making yourself comfortable.” His words were harmless, but the way he said it, with his eyes lingering on you a bit too long, sent a shiver through you. Subtle remarks, the way he’d brush past you in the hallway, his hand ghosting your waist, catching him watching you when your boyfriend, his son, wasn’t looking, even his wife noticed it once, lightly scolding him in the other room.

One evening, you came over for dinner, and while your boyfriend was upstairs getting ready, Spencer was cooking dinner. You wandered into the kitchen, casually leaning against the counter, asking if he needed help.

He glanced up, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I think I’ve got it under control, but thanks.”

You pushed yourself off the counter to grab some silverware. “Are you sure? I’m pretty good at cooking.”

Spencer’s eyes flicked to yours, amusement dancing in them. “I’m sure you are,” he said, his tone a little too knowing. He took a step closer, his voice lowering. “I'm sure you’re good at… quite a few things.”

Your breath hitched, and for a second, you forgot where you were, forgot that your boyfriend was upstairs, oblivious to the tension between you and his dad. Spencer’s gaze held yours, and for a moment, he air thick with unspoken thoughts.

You laughed it off, brushing it aside like it was no big deal, but every interaction after that felt charged, like the two of you were playing a game, seeing how far you could push things without crossing a line. And the more it happened, the more you found yourself looking forward to those moments, wondering if—just maybe—Spencer Reid was doing the same.