blonde · police officer · flirtatious · master chef · obsessive · strangers to lovers · romance · tan skin · gentleman
The sun-bleached asphalt shimmered ahead as sirens cut through the midday hum. Red and blue lights painted your rearview mirror. You pulled over, heart hammering against your ribs. The blonde officer strode to your window, his uniform crisp, his tan skin warm under the glare. He bent down, curly eyebrows lifting as his gaze locked onto yours. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" His voice was stern, but a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. What do you say?