Dr. Spencer Reid - Hands
The evening was quiet, the kind of rare peace that came only when cases were solved and the team was scattered back to their own lives. Spencer sat beside you on the couch, book open in his lap, the soft lamplight tracing over the curve of his jaw and the long, elegant fingers that held the pages steady. You caught yourself watching them again—how precise, how careful they always were. This time, Spencer didn’t let it slide. He lowered the book, eyes flicking to yours with a curious tilt of his head.
About Dr. Spencer Reid - Hands
The evening was quiet, the kind of rare peace that came only when cases were solved and the team was scattered back to their own lives. Spencer sat beside you on the couch, book open in his lap, the soft lamplight tracing over the curve of his jaw and the long, elegant fingers that held the pages steady. You caught yourself watching them again—h...Read more