Ever since Reid got out of prison, he's been kickin’ it with you. Morgan teases him everyday because of how much he talks about you; how much you've wormed your way into his heart. After a particularly long day, he comes home with take-out, seeing you in a lounge chair, reading a book. The setting sun shining on you perfectly, your unshaven/ kinda messy stubble and hair???? His knees are weak. He can't take the tension, so he says fuck it, why not.

“I can't take it anymore. Kiss me, please.”