TWO WEEKS passed faster than I could grasp the events around me. Physical training for agents in the field has begun; we have strength exercises three times a week and lectures on weapons handling on the days in between. I realized that shooting a gun brings out different emotions in me, like fear and excitement after hitting the target.

I do not know how to explain it myself, the different emotions just prevailed in me in different proportions. The psychology lectures became more and more interesting, eventually we got to the topic of dealing with the psyche of criminals. Different disorders, how they might affect their minds. Different childhood traumas that can develop into something bigger.

These things excited me, I was not afraid of these things, although there is a good chance I will be dealing with patients like this almost daily in the future. I suspect my opinion will change by then, because this is a very responsible job.

Profiling people has always been a skill I used as a teenager with rude girls from my school. Really unnecessary behavior towards people who are just different from you, like nerds. They ranked me there even though I was not in that league, but right below them, with enviable success in school.

In the last hour, I used profiling on Spencer, who seemed tired, kind of sad, and angry. Surely something is happening at work or in his personal life, but we have not gotten that far with the private affairs chapter.

Almost after every lecture we would go out for coffee. I realized that he drinks sugar with his coffee and that he will die from white sugar. I even told him that and he just laughed in offense. Our relationship was more friendly, although I sensed some tension in him. As if he could not relax completely, that's how it seemed to me. During the lecture and in the building where we are at a normal distance, everything seemed perfectly normal, but the moment we leave it, everything seems different. He seems different and I can't imagine what could happen if we just both relax.

I didn't mind the age difference, he seemed younger and behaved that way until the situation called for professionalism. He didn't look at me like some kid who doesn't know what he wants in life, he looked at me like I was someone like him. Even though our relationship demanded it, we just couldn't stick with it. We didn't even want to. Nothing happened between us.

I missed a couple of classes again because the exercises were held at the same time as psychology. After all, Spencer was happy to give me private lessons. I used to have the opportunity to hear about real criminals, who are currently being sought or who are awaiting their punishment.

The world is truly a sick place. I'm glad there are people trying to catch all these psychopaths.

I spent Friday evening in my apartment again, I had no intention of going out anywhere, I didn't feel like going to parties. Maria fired me for hanging out, I realize that she is not really my friend. Maybe it's better that way, I don't need such people in my life, which leads me to the fact that I currently only have books in my life that I haven't read.

And Spencer.

He was in Nevada with his team right now, it looks like it's a serious case. He usually leaves me a message to let me know what's going on or to check if everything is okay here. He cared about me.

I had nothing to do with studying, it was still early to start the final exam, we are only halfway through the lecture. Somehow, I'm more concerned that someone doesn't start a story for our conversations after class, that would result in my bad grades in the final. And many female colleagues stopped treating me politely, as if I was some kind of bigger competition than school competition.

The news that the new psychology professor was a handsome man in his late thirties spread far and wide, so over the next few hours many girls and boys came just to see who it was.

Most were excited, only a few left after the first five minutes.

Fortunately, the control was strengthened and those who are not members of this academy could not go through the other door in the corridor without a ID card. After tpg, classes finally became more normal, and students actually knew what they were talking about.

We are flying back, case closed.
      - Spencer

I am glad you responded. Somehow I felt calmer overnight knowing he was not in danger. I was taking care of a grown man like he was a little boy.

I spent the rest of the evening watching various documentaries about serial killers that we had talked about over the past few weeks. There were a lot of them, and I shuddered at each one.

Are you busy?
      - Spencer

I laughed at the second message he sent today. He does not like technology, I am surprised he can send duplicate messages.

Why don't you come and check?

He did not reply. He probably does not like this kind of games, he just got home after a week on the field. I would be tired too.

The knock on the door was sloppy and careless. It's like he was tapping with an object and not his fist. I got up from the couch and went to see who it was. I hoped it was not some stranger after all the documentation.

"You can open up, it's me," I was relieved to hear a familiar voice. I turned the key and was soon greeted by a warm smile on Spencer's face.

"Do you feel like drinking some wine? I brought two bottles, I think that will do, and if you drink well you will not get drunk," he held up two bottles. I stepped away from the door so he could pass, and peered into the hallway to make sure no one had seen him.

I do not know who from the lectures can also live in this building, and being careful is half the battle. I do not want to risk everything, it's like a secret mission.

I took out two wine glasses, soon the dark red liquid filled half the glasses. Just the smell of the wine told me that it was as sweet as honey and that the hangover would recover afterwards.

"I chose this wine, they said it was the sweetest and best for beginners," he emphasized the last word, hoping to provoke me.

"You are just trying to get me drunk the slow way, admit it," I say before taking the first sip of wine.

After two glasses, I feel completely relaxed and go to the kitchen to pull out some cheese and unwrap some crackers that would be great.

"Great, cheese and wine are a perfect combination. Did you know that wine is the kind of drink that does not capture you until a few hours later, so you do not know where you are? You should drink slowly, you do not want to be drunk," he explains as he takes off his jacket and unbuttons the top button of his shirt. He also rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, which I interpret to mean he's relaxed as well. To conclude.

During the story, I began to feel a slight tremor from the wine. It was not the same feeling as spirits, I liked that better.

The food in front of us was largely gone, as was the first bottle of wine. I felt a rush of heat. Even though I was wearing a summer dress, I could not fight the heat wave.

Spencer undid a button every twenty minutes to expose as much skin as possible. I was not the only one feeling a slight bass. Blood throbbed in my cheeks. His cheeks were flushed, too.

We looked at each other, mostly into each other's eyes, but our gazes darted everywhere. From cheeks to shoulders and even lips.

Some devil did not give me a moment's peace, I know I'll be worse off in twenty minutes than I am now.

I moved even closer to him, we never put much distance between us.

"I think it's time for the deferred kiss to finally happen," I am the one breaking the glass and bringing my face closer to his.

The same feeling again, his breath that seems colder than my body temperature. The smell of a perfume that reminds me of the smell of rosemary and cinnamon.

Millimeters separated our lips, slow provocations coming from both my side and his. As if we wanted this kiss to be something else, something beyond all boundaries.

There was no more space between us. Our lips met, tenderly and so innocently. Gentle movements were the key to everything, so much so that all the air in the room disappeared.

Spencer was the one who took matters into his own hands, placing his hands in my hair and pulling me close enough to turn this slow kiss into something wild without us having to worry. There was a lot of passion in that kiss. And he was not the only one that night.