The Police and His Spy (Forcebook fanfic)

A Ride Home

As the celebration wound down and the teams began to make their way out of the bar, Bright and Win gathered their belongings, preparing to leave.

"Hey, Bookie," Win called out, turning to his friend, "you wanna ride with us?"

Before Book could reply, Win's gaze shifted to Force, who was once again staring at Book with a thoughtful expression. With a mischievous grin, Win couldn't resist teasing his friend.

"I guess you already have your ride," Win quipped, his tone playful as he nodded towards Force.

Book felt his cheeks flush at Win's teasing remark, his embarrassment evident as he glanced nervously between Win and Force. Despite his attempts to hide it, he couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that stirred in his chest at the thought of spending more time with Force.

"Um, yeah," Book replied, his voice slightly shaky, "I'll catch a ride with Force." As he spoke, Book stole a glance at Force, who met his gaze with a warm smile.

As Force drove Book home, the car was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional sound of the engine and the passing traffic. However, Book couldn't shake the feeling of Force's gaze lingering on him whenever they stopped at traffic lights.

With each glance from Force, Book felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, his heart fluttering with uncertainty. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unable to meet Force's gaze directly but acutely aware of the intensity of his stare.

Finally, they reached Book's condo, and Force brought the car to a stop. As Book gathered his belongings and prepared to exit the car, he turned to Force with a grateful smile."Thanks, Force," Book said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "For the ride and for everything else tonight. I really appreciate it."

As Book gathered his courage to address Force's persistent stare, he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Force," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper, "y...you're staring a-again."

Force's gaze softened, and he reached out to gently take Book's hand in his own. "Sorry, Book," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I can't help it. You just... you look really beautiful tonight."