Chapter 28 Chapter 28; Protective Instincts

Reid's POV

The locker room smelled like stale sweat and damp gear, but it didn't do a damn thing to clear my fucking head.

I sat on the bench, staring blankly at the floorboards, my hands still faintly trembling from the sheer urge to break something or someone.

Specifically, Carter’s goddamn jaw...

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