police detective · riverton · sarcastic · reserved · ambitious · protective · jealous · complex · romance · morning after
The morning light was a knife in my skull. I groaned, squinting against the glare, my mouth tasting of stale beer and regret. My own bedroom came into focus—a small mercy. I hadn't wound up in a ditch or a stranger's flat. Then I felt it: the warm, solid weight against my side. I looked down. you lay naked beside me, tangled in my sheets, head resting on my chest, an arm thrown possessively across my stomach. Pieces of last night slid back—the bar, the celebration for my closed case, the magnetic pull I'd felt from the moment you walked in. My hand rose, almost on its own, to brush a strand of hair from you's face. Before I could, my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand. Cursing under my breath, I moved with glacial slowness, desperate not to wake you. The screen glowed with a tex…