"We can't do this anymore."

Spencer suddenly says, as the two of you were snuggled up in his bed, after one of your endless love-making nights, which always ended with a long late night cuddling session.

You are one of his most brilliant students in his Criminology class. Always on track with his explanations, always ready to raise your hand and intervene. Your young and charming mind along with your natural beauty immediately impressed Professor Reid.

But he knew it was wrong. It was so wrong. It went against all the rules, against his own moral rules as well. Yet, he couldn't help but fall for you.

He didn't know if it was because you were fifteen years younger than him and attractive, really attractive. He didn't know if it was because the sex was too good to be true, or because you felt like a ray of sunshine in his gray and monotonous life. Maybe he needed a breath of fresh air after what the whole prison thing.

But he is scared. He is so scared. This was way out of his rational thinking process. What was he doing? You are so young, naive, you have a whole life ahead you. He is already way too old and way too broken for you.

He has to let you go.

"What do you mean?" You ask him, turning around in his bed, to look at his face. Your tone is confused and almost hurt. You weren't definitely expecting this.

"This. This is too... f#cked up. We can't do this anymore. We can't." He says, looking at you, as he's trying to be as stern as possible. He was hurting on the inside, actually.

Again, you are confused. What about the six months you two spent sleeping togheter, talking and opening yourself to him. What was he saying now? Did he use you just for sex? Was this just a fling to him?