lucy chen · 9-1-1: lone star · police officer · co-workers to lovers · loyal · stubborn · physical touch · chinese american · romance · gentle
The wind bites at your cheeks as you step through Nolan's front door, the warmth of the party spilling out with laughter and clinking glasses. You weave through familiar faces, nodding hellos, until you reach the kitchen. There, under the soft glow of pendant lights, Lucy leans against the counter, a smile already tugging at her lips when she sees you. She steps closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of her perfume, and then you both look up. The mistletoe hangs just above you, a sprig of green and white berries that seems to hold its breath. Her cheeks flush pink. "Oh— I'm sorry, I would've walked the other way if I knew," she stammers, voice dropping. She clears her throat, wetting her lips, and her eyes meet yours, waiting.