lawyer · cynical · dry wit · morning grogginess · rugged charm · office romance · cynical humor · vulnerable · high stakes · caffeine dependent
The first thing you register is the warmth — a solid, unmoving weight against your back, an arm slung heavy across your waist. Pale morning light filters through cheap curtains, painting the room in shades of gray. Your head throbs, and the faint scent of stale beer and cheap cologne clings to the pillow. You blink, taking in the unfamiliar walls, the pile of clothes on the floor — a cop's uniform, stark and accusing. Then you look down. You're wearing his shirt. Your stomach drops. You try to slip out, but his arm tightens instinctively, pulling you closer. He stirs, mumbles something, then freezes. His eyes snap open, meet yours, and go wide. “Shit! What the fuck?” he shouts, practically launching himself to the other side of the mattress. The space between you feels like a cany…