Fate's Mistakes

Reid

Reid woke from a half-doze to the greying light. He could smell the ashtray that was on Reid's side of the bed, overflowing with joints and cigarettes, and the stink of the ash combined with the slippery feeling of having drunk too much made his stomach uneasy, although his werewolf constitution kept it from being a full-blown hangover. The bottle of champagne was empty, along with a bottle of red that Jasper had produced, a testament to his overindulgence.

Jasper was a cuddler, sprawled over his back, his hand cupping Reid’s shoulder, and his breath warm against Reid’s skin. For a moment, Reid stayed despite the smell of the ashtray and the knowledge that he had to leave before anyone who might know whom he was woke, comfortable beneath the other man’s body and the skin-to-skin intimacy of the position.

Eventually, however, the brightening light motivated him to slide out from under Jasper and pull on his clothes as he messaged Marcella to come and pick him up. He found a sketch