Spencer never had time to relax at all. It was all just serial killers and murder all the damn time. Relaxation for him was a cup of coffee and reading over a victim's statement.

But relaxation for you was a face mask, a massage, a nice warm bath. He's never had that, he's never had time for that. Spa days were foreign to him. But you introduced so much foreign things to him, like love and affection. You would do the same for spa days, too.

You already had everything set up when he walked through the door. He paused when he saw the hairbrushes, the warm meal and the peel-off masks on the table. He couldn't help but smile.

Now he found himself getting his hair brushed out when as he ate, one hand of yours massaging his shoulder and one holding the hairbrush. "You're too sweet to me, darling." He smiled in appreciation, his cheeks full of the dinner you made.