![]() ![]() “Resisting an officer? Hell yeah it is.” He smirks, and god is he cute. “If I were actually an undercover cop, I’d have you arrested for resisting an officer.” “Is this a court of law or have I somehow entered a special kind of purgatory?” ![]() “Oh, I have a case now?” I ask sarcastically with an eye roll heavenward. Why are you arguing?” One mammoth paw scratches across his stupidly sexy square jaw. “I’m under strict orders not to let you back in.” “Can I at least go back inside and tell my friends you’re kicking me out?” I wonder how tacky it would be for me to wrap it around my neck while he stands there, shuddering every so often, covered in goose bumps. Thoughts straying from his handsome face to the warm scarf buried in my bag. Locked in a battle of wills, neither one willing to bend, my teeth chattering the slightest bit. It’s awkward and inconvenient and we’re out here on the porch in the cold, shivering. If this is a joke, it isn’t funny-not at all. “What are you, an undercover cop?” I’m sassing now, turning my embarrassment into a thinly veiled joke. ![]() ![]() “Escort me from the premises?” I muse, rubbing my chin. I’m laughing like an idiot, and he’s staring at me like I’ve lost my damn mind and now there is no way he’s going to let me back inside. I can’t handle moments like this they make me uncomfortable when I’m not prepared, and this cold weather isn’t helping matters. ![]()
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