Reid closed his eyes again, focusing on the touch on his skin, then on his mouth. His face flushed, his cheeks getting warmer against Rossi's hand. His lips parted, an instinctive response to the touches.

"I like this too," he breathed, resting his hands on his knees. It may have confused him, but he liked it. He liked touching and being touched by Rossi. He had never for a moment entertained the thought of his quiet infatuation with the man becoming anything real, but something felt... right. So right.