Spencer's pov:

I'm dead. I'm so dead if I arrive late for my job I worried as I search for my clothes from last night. Hotch will not go easy on me if I'm late for work. Especially when we've got an important case and need to leave in about 45 minutes.

After searching frantically for a few minutes I retrieve all my clothes from around the room. I put on my boxer briefs, then my pants, shirt, ECT.

Man, I would be jumping for joy considering what happened last night if I didn't have to worry about getting to the BAU. I brush my teeth and comb my hair and make my way to put on my shoes.

Once I'm done I grab some paper and scribble an apology. Then I leave it on the nightstand next to the bed.

I'm sorry to leave so suddenly. I had the most incredible time last night, but we should not do this again. Sorry for the trouble. - S.R.

Then I grab my keys and take one last final look at the man whom I'll never see again. He sleeps so peacefully like a baby when a baby actually sleeps. He lays on the bed all sprawled out with the sheets barely covering his nude body. He's gorgeously handsome. He has black hair, a chiseled beard, and a beautiful set of blue eyes. His body is that of a model and of a god. Too bad I'll never have a man like him.

I sigh and then turn to leave. I rush to work and arrive just in time with 2 minutes to spare.