Married to My Job
"Let's fix that number issue?" The hopefulness that he evades through the words, strike me instantly. No matter how attracted to him I am, I know Lucas - to an extent - and he'd need a lot of attention.
Plus it doesn't matter what I want, "I'm married to my job." Stepping forward, we continue dancing, swaying together with the music, "Even though you're so incredibly handsome and adorable and you helped me out all those years ago, I wouldn't have time for you."
Resting his forehead against mine, I'm so focused on his gaze that I barely catch the smirk dancing across his lips, "it just so happens, Riley, that the life of a police officer can be pretty time consuming."
My eyebrow arches on its own accord, the sexual tension becoming incredibly strong, stronger than anything else, or any other situation I've ever been in. "Oh, really?"
Slowly he nods, leaning in ever so slightly, "Oh, yeah." He whispers.