I smile at him and look around, detailing the room for the first time.
There are two single beds, one which is the one we are in and one directly next to it, tidy and ready to be used.
"You have a bed to yourself," I say, pointing to the bed next to us.
Reid doesn't even flinch, he doesn't look at the bed, he just looks at me.
"I didn't ask for it."
I vaguely remember his conversation with the girl and laugh.
"You asked for any room, she gave you a twin bed."
"You know I can't sleep without you."
"You have to get used to it."
He mumbles something unintelligible and returns his focus to my wound. Long ago his fingers stopped applying the cream, now he's just stroking.
I start to become acutely aware of my breathing and erratic heartbeat as his fingers move down to the crevice b
