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I look at him. He smirks. I reach for the phone. He lets it slide free of his fingers and I barely hold on to it before it drops to the bed.

Milo kisses the tip of my nose. Then my cheek. Then my lips. I cup his face and he flinches.

“Bruised,” he says. “Still very bruised…”

I laugh, moving my hands to his chest instead. “Sorry.”

He kisses me again, adding pressure as he rolls me onto my back. I look down to his navel, following the bruises along his torso with my fingertips until I land on his tattoo.

Milo whistles. “Um, excuse me. I’m up here.”

I smile. “What’s this mean?” I ask, pointing at his tattoo.

“It’s…” He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

I raise a suspicious brow, and he laughs.

“Okay, it’s not nothing, but I got it when I was a teenager, so no laughing.”

I bite my inner cheek. “Is it from some horrible punk phase or something?”

“No. God, no. Boy bands.”

I snort. “Seriously. What is it?”

“It’s fate,” he says, shrugging. “You know? Just two beings on a path. Eventually, they’ll cross each other. It’s silly.”

“That’s not silly. That’s actually really sweet.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re kind of a romantic guy, aren’t you?”

He runs his fingers along my chin and up to brush through my hair. “You tell me,” he says.

I kiss him in response, and he pulls me closer. My lips curl against his and I can’t help the chuckle climbing up my throat.

He laughs, too. “Bet it feels nice to take off your badge and let your hair down.” He runs his fingers along my hairline again. “Isn’t that right, Detective?”

I smile, feeling a little more tension slip out of me. “Anna,” I say.

His nose taps mine. “Detective Anna.”

He shifts up onto his arms, towering over me. I touch him and he touches me, but we hold back. “When do you need to go?” he whispers, briefly glancing at the clock.

I breathe a laugh. “Probably shouldn’t be here at all.”

We kiss again, this one harder than before.

“Oh.” He hums, amused. “You’re not supposed to be here with me, are you?”

“No.”

He smiles. “Are you being naughty, Detective?”

I quiver in his arms. “Yes.”

I stiffen as his hand slides between my thighs. His lips crush mine, bringing me back down, and I relax against his bed.