ShadowcatPrime

You stepped out from your shiny black Porsche, flashing the valet a quick smile as he admired it. It was not unusual for you to spend Saturday nights gambling at a casino; it was the main way you earned your income. To call what you did gambling probably wasn’t really the correct term. You were always able to determine whether someone was bluffing or not making the game much easier for you, but one of the many advantages of being able to see through lies. Entering the large, crowded building you took a moment to observe the patrons. The poker tables were busy tonight, which meant you had a large amount of money to make. Watching from a

It was a few days after Halloween, and you no longer felt comfortable around Aaron. Ever since Jack had asked if you and Hotch were going to get married, you just felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Aaron; it was in fact quite the opposite. You had feelings for him before you fell asleep together, and they only intensified after. You wanted more. You wanted to be the person he fell asleep with, the person he woke up next to. You felt awkward though, because you were nearly positive he didn’t like you back. Why would he? And even if he somehow did (which you thought was not likely at all), would he act on it?