Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

This Wasn't Me

The one thing I didn't expect to happen, happened.

The policemen brushed right past him, ignoring him almost as if he were a normal man.

Everything happened so fast, that my brain couldn't digest it. I grabbed Donnor's hand, making a run for it. People ran down the street, screaming, while some hid behind the board signs.

I led Donnor inside the phone booth, shutting it close from the outside chaos.

People ran back and forth, and police cars drove in a skid - but there was an otherworldly silence inside the phone booth. His cold-struck eyes went down my hand holding his. I pulled it away, fidgeting.

"You need to hide. They will catch you. Come on!" I held his shoulders, pushing him down like he wasn't an iron-heavy bulk. He didn't move an inch.

An old lady burst inside the booth, squeezing us both in one corner.

Our faces stood close to each other, our bodies even closer. We were helplessly pressed against each other.

Even in a moment like this, my heart rate accelerated at a sugary rush his body being pressed brought. The feels of his hard chest, perfectly carved arms and legs sinking in my curves..

Jeez.

The old lady was muttering something on the call, but her voice and everything else felt like a blur. I drew in a long breath, hoping to calm myself down, but all that was there was his goddamn lemon soap and vanilla scent. I glanced up at him.

His icy gaze landed on my lips, making me weak in the knees.

Oh gosh. Not this again.

It took everything out of me to not look in those eyes and give in. My eyes fell on his cheek instead, a carving of the Greek lords if anything. It trailed down his cheeks, observing his jaw and chin, both a bit reddish with a few sweat drops.

Why is this man so...exquisite...from every angle? It's like he could do anything and always be posing for a magazine cover.

I blinked down, my breath speeding up. I was getting distracted, and it wasn't the first time he was my distraction.

I held his chest, trying to push him away. He didn't budge. Sighing, my eyes went back to his face, solemnly resting on his cheek.

Silence fell from his end. For the first time, I could sense his breath go up and down his chest in solitude. His eyes remained on me like a drill machine on ice, adding sparks to it.

My index finger tingled. So did my thumb. I lifted my finger to his chin, wiping the drops of sweat off his chin. Our eyes met in a magnetic pull. He held my finger, squeezing it.

"Officer Callie..." He whispered in his honey voice.

My chest puffed, putting pressure against his chest. He held my finger, placing it at the tip of his lips. My breath halted, butterflies rushing through my stomach.

I watched as his mouth slowly drifted open, his jawline growing sharp, making him look like a total god.

"Caring for me?"

His lips moved against my finger, finishing his sentence. My thoughts accelerated. This was perhaps the first time my mind knocked in, questioning my every decision.

My chest dropped.

Am I...am I caring for him?

No...no...i am doing my job...he can't get caught...not until I retrieve that weapon...