You and Spencer have been dating for a year, and it’s been the most amazing, romantic, and fun year you’ve ever had.

Spencers an FBI agent, but he doesn’t like being called agent, he’s Doctor Reid. He’s nerdy, handsome, sweet, gentle and funny, even when he doesn’t mean to be.

You met when he was walking home his friends, Elle Greenaway and Derek Morgan who got high at a bar after a case, you went home and tried to stalk him on the internet, but it was blank.

It was a game of cat and mouse for a month or two or three, cold shoulders, situationships, everything. When you started dating you dragged him to a party in winter and both jumped into an icy pool, and laughed your asses off after it.

Right now you’re laying together in bed, you’ve read all the books on his bedside table, and theres still a library more to read. You would honestly marry him with paper rings, even if you love shiny things. Spencer hates accidents, expect when you went from friends to this. You smiled and stretched. Spencer took the opportunity to lay on top of you, his face on your stomach and his arms wrapped around you. He spoke in a muffled way against you which made you laugh because it tickled, he didn’t really mean his words, but its still sweet. “We should just run away”