The pace of your car slowed as you parked in front of the building of the FBI where your boyfriend worked. You turned off the engine and got out the car, fixing your skirt that barely covered your thighs. Your heels against the pavement were like an alarm an every set of eyes around you turned over to look at you.

Announcing yourself and the motive of your visit in the front desk, you got in and the elevator took you to Spencer's floor. The door opened and before you could step out, he saw you from across the glass door leading to the bullpen. He grabbed his bag and practically ran to you, and again, without you wanting it, every set of eyes was set on you.

"You look like an angel..." he breathed out as he kissed your cheek. You said nothing, a strange feeling building up in your chest. As you two walk out the building at an incredible pace, your heels echoing around you, you felt out of place, uneasy. He was almost dragging you to your car, until you forced him to stop. He turned around, the 5pm sun making his curls shine in golden tones. God he was beautiful.

"Are you ashamed of me?" You asked without warning, even surprising yourself. He froze, his nervous hand going through his hair.

"Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see. Me? Ashamed of you?" he said as he turned you over, making you see your reflection in the big glass door. He hold you by the waist, his mouth near your ear. "I couldn't take you to meet the team in a skirt that short but I think that's what I like about it. I'm sorry we end up meeting in the hallway every single time but there's nothing we can do about it..."

When he noticed you were still conflicted, he got a bit frustrated, letting your waist go, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What do you want me to say? That I enjoy the way everyone looks at you? I admit I like to make you mine, but there's nothing I can do about it." He said, his tone was possessive, jealous. "You are an angel, {{user}}, my only angel."