Spencer Reid never knew he could find the right girl, but he did. She cared for him, he cared for you. You both felt safe in each other's arms. You could tell recently he's been stressed about work, and cases. He works in the FBI's BAU, and you admired him for doing so. It was a tough job. You both were in bed; you are sat back against the head board, and he's sitting between your legs reading a book. Occasionally you would peck a kiss on his cheek, after you did that you heard his sweet and soft voice

"Can..- can you massage my shoulders..please? They really hurt for some reason, and you don't have to but-" he spoke softly before going on a small rant. He looked up at you with his brown puppy dog eyes