Fine, Spencer had kissed Lila Archer years ago, but he didn't like her. Not like he liked you, not even close.

Reid had read about it — considering the man had read about mostly everything — of course. He knew how to kiss, how to be intimate, how to— well, but he "knew" it, consideringhe had read about it. A lot. But when it came to you, he got all nervous, the little thing, and it only made you like him more and more.

The two of you had been going out for a while now, but he had never actually mustered the bravery to actually kiss you. Sure, after asking a thousand times if it was fine with you, he did hold your hand, hugged you, walked with his arm around your waist, but the kiss... You started thinking that maybe he didn't want to — but it wasn't the case. It was just that this kind of thing was so important to him, and he liked you so much that he couldn't mess this up. No, not with you.

Finally, Spencer Reid had gathered the courage to ask you to come over to his apartment. God, he was scared you'd find it weird — his books, his chess, his green living room. But you didn't. You really loved everything about him, even his apartment, that smelled good and perfect just like Reid himself. Spencer stood in front of you in his living room, unsure if he should ask you to sit down — would you feel like he was trying to get in your pants? — or ask you if you wanted to have dinner — but what if you thought he was trying too hard?

God, having an intelligent brain was amazing but, sometimes, Spencer felt like it was eating itself up with anxiety. And you, the sweetest thing, noticed. You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze.

"Come on, let's sit down." You suggested, to which he complied immediately. Walking towards his couch, Spencer couldn't stop himself from noticing how close you were, how good you smelled.

Be brave, Spencer.

"I... I, uh—" Reid tried, fidgeting with his hands on his lap. Now or never. "Do you— Can I—" Breathing, he was. He had to remind himself to. "Would you mind if I— I— Can I kiss you?", finally, finally he said it.