“Thinking of you in a forensic lab, wearing a little lab coat, all this hair pulled back…fucking sexy.” “There would be corpses.” He hauls me up by the thighs, coiling my legs around his hips. “At least they won’t interrupt.” “Romantic.” I kiss him, biting down on his bottom lip until he groans. “I’ll bring the scalpel, you bring the flowers.” “Thought it was cigarettes and bubble tea.” He smirks through another kiss.
