Behind the Badge: Obsession in the Shadows

New locks

I walk to my car. The evening sky softly illuminated the sky.

I continue to hum songs while opening my car door.
I slid on the seatbelt with a click, firmly locking me in place.

I turn my car on, waiting for it to heat up. Berle switched over the gears, put it in the car, and slowly drove to my house.

I need to go home and make dinner.
Officer Griffin was coming over.

I looked at the time as 5:05. I didn't see him there, which made me feel good that I hadn't kept him waiting for too long. I park my car and turn it off before unlocking my food and closing it. I walk back to the kitchen. Placing my keys on the island.
I turn my attention to cooking. As I got started cooking, there was a knock on the door.

"Come on!" I shout, my hands busy cooking.
The door opens slowly, and he pins his head in the door. A noticeable frown laced his face.

"Something wrong?" I ask him, glancing over my shoulder.

He walks in and closes the door a little more firmly than necessary.

"Maddison." He sat plainly.

Causing my eyebrows to crease in confusion.

"Yes, Gregory?" I asked to turn on the timer for the food once it was put in the oven.

"You say you feel frightened about a stalker, yet you leave your door unlocked. On top of that, I could have been anyone." He says that crossing his arms over his chest is intimidating.

"I just forgot," I said, tucking my hair softly behind my ear.

He just sighs deeply, dropping his arms and holding his hands over his belt. Running his large hands through his hair.

"Just try to remember that it's not safe." He says, looking at me and maybe pleading, I wasn't sure of his tone. His eyes held emotions I couldn't describe. He is an officer he's probably just extra careful.

"I will," I say with a small smile.

He just smiles back, his face seemingly less tense.
"I'm going out to my car to get the stuff to change over your lock." He says this to me, turning on his heel and abruptly leaving.

He returned moments later with a lock and a toolbox.

"Make sure you make a spare in case you ever lose the key." He says he is opening it.

Once the package was opened,

"May I have a glass of iced water?" He asked me, kneeling as he changed over the hardware.

"Oh my, how rude of me! Definitely." I say walking back to the kitchen and getting a glass of ice from the fridge and filling it with water.

He is still working, and the lock is almost exchanged.
He tests it out.

"Alright, I'm going to step out and lock the door. I want to make sure it works." He says, looking at me intently and grabbing his bag.

"Okay," he says. He walks outside, and I close the door, locking it.

I hear him try to twist open the door a little bit later.
"Okay, good," he says outside, and I open the door yet again.

I smile at him.
"Thank you; I appreciate it," I tell him sincerely.

"No, worries. I just want to make sure you are safe." He tells me this with a light chuckle.

He finally steps in, and I close the door behind me.
"The food is about done. If you want to make
yourself comfortable at the table, you can." I tell him to walk into the kitchen.

I pull the dish out, set it on the counter, and turn the oven off.

I make him a plate as well as myself, setting the plate in front of him and sitting across from him.

"Thank you." He tells me his eyes are soft.

"Oh, you're welcome. Tell me, how was work?." I ask him with a smile.

"Do you want to know?" He asked, picking up his fork.

"If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked." I joke with him.

His eyes flash for a brief moment. Anger, maybe? It was gone just as soon as it was there.

"Well, I've had a long day, to say the least. People are making bad decisions and doing bad things. You get used to it." He tells me before taking a bite of food.
His eyes widened.

Suddenly, I felt nervous.
"Something wrong?" I ask, my voice cracking slightly.

"What? No! Sorry, this is amazing. You can cook too." He tells me his voice is impressed.

"Well, yeah, most adults should know how to cook." I tease.

"But thank you; that's very nice of you to say," I tell him with a smile.

He just smiles back, his perfect teeth on display. I notice the tattoos that line his tan skin.
Peeking through his clothes. His piercing blue eyes.

"You keep staring at me, and I'll have to start
charging you." He smirks at me.

It caused my cheeks to heat up from the embarrassment of being caught practically drooling over him and his big muscles.

"Sorry," I mumbled, quickly diverting my gaze to my plate to save myself from further embarrassment.
He's soft touch's mine.

"I was just teasing you; I love looking into your beautiful eyes." He says to me

My blush seemingly reddens if possible.
"Thanks," I say it nervously.

"I think your eyes are beautiful too," I whisper to him. I'm still looking at my plate.

He softly places his thumb and pointer finger on my chin, moving my head to meet his intense gaze.

"Thank you. I'll take a compliment from a beautiful woman any day." He tells me:

I instinctively tried to move my head away from his gaze because I felt a blush emerging yet again.
When I made a move, he stopped, his hands still on my chin.

"There is no need to be embarrassed. Am I making you nervous?" He asked me, looking at my lips.
I lick them nervously.

"No," I stuttered.

He leans in closer to my face, softly placing a kiss on my cheek and moving his head close to my ear.
"Liar"