BRITAIN'S P.O.V.
"'But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with greif,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!..."
I closed my eyes, feeling Spencer's arms tighten around me. His fingers traced patterns on my arms as his voice danced around in my head.
"Spencer?"
"Yes?"
"I'm so tired."
"Take a nap. You're okay."
I rubbed my eyes and yawned. Spencer's fingers brushed my hair out of my face. I rested my head on his shoulder, getting comfortable.
"Sleep good, Britain." He whispered before I drifted off.
YOU ARE READING
Your Guardian Angel
FanfictionThis is kind of a Spencer Reid FanFic. I'm not sure yet. I'm just kind of going to roll with it. My inspiration for this book came from the song "YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL" by THE RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS.
