His breathing became a little more uneven; shallow, long breaths held tightly in his chest while Reid studied his hand the same way an artist might observe a work of art, noticing all of the flaws and perfections, memorizing every detail, to be conjured up any given moment after this one had ended.

His lips were soft, too, and he wondered (not for the first time) how they would feel against his own. He wouldn't wait and wonder much longer, but he also didn't want disrupt Reid's entrancing exploration.