2) Euphoria

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SIARA LYNN DUPONT 

He had a British accent.

As I walked into my office, I couldn't help but think of my interaction with Lux. He was a truly captivating man, indeed, and if you were to ask me what drew me to him in the first place, it was his accent. God, just thinking about the way he pronounced each syllable so effortlessly had me weak in the knees. He blushed, too, and he didn't even try to hide it. Most men don't blush, at least around me and what I've experienced. I hoped I wasn't blushing while I was talking to him. I mean, I didn't feel my cheeks warm up, which is a good sign, but I did feel weak in the knees. I still do.

I ran a hand through my messy hair, moving to sit on my chair before scooching closer to the desk. Forget about him. Things were quiet here at the station. Nothing interesting really happened, and while I may always complain about that to my co-worker and my best friend Jacob Jobs, I was secretly glad.

But it wasn't like I didn't enjoy my job. I truly did. I loved the fact that I could jail people that committed stupid crimes—I just didn't like figuring out how, even though that was the most interesting part of my job. It was conflicting for me because any investigation could trigger some memories that I've been trying to suppress since I was ten years old. I quite literally blacked out for five or ten minutes until the memory was done relieving itself. Panic attacks usually follow.

I went to therapy for it for years, since I was eleven, I think. Fast forward to a couple of years later, I was diagnosed with mild-PTSD, but once I started working for the police force, I was re-diagnosed with complex PTSD. My doctors never understood why I chose to torture myself by doing this, but no one understands. I've gotten used to it. My therapist claimed that she did understand, but I bet she was only saying that because I was paying her a shitload of cash. The only person that truly understood was Bona, the chief of this station. But that was another story for another day.

"Hey, Lynn," I whipped my head up and locked eyes with Jacob, my best friend. I grinned and stood up, happy that he snapped me out of my deep thoughts. I was enveloped into a hug instantly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smelled him, inhaling his familiar woodsy and minty scent. "How are you?"

"I'm good," I told him, separating from him. I reacquainted myself with my chair and propped my feet on my desk, staring intently at his dark brown eyes. "Any news?"

"Not today," Jacob shook his head and sat on the chair across from me. "There are a few small cases, but everyone else is working on them and Bona said not to give you any of them." I could tell that Jacob was curious as to why, but he didn't press. I've known him for five years and he has almost always been there beside me whenever I have my panic attacks and blackouts, and not once has he asked me what happened to make me that way. I was eternally grateful for his consideration, but I also felt guilty because we were extremely close and he deserved to know. I would tell him... eventually.

"Is he giving us the day off?" I asked him.

"No," Jacob answered, sending me a grin. I've always loved his smile. It was almost always so relaxed and never failed to make me comforted. "but he's giving me the day off."

"Why?"

"I have to visit Bethany," He scowled, running a hand through his dark hair. Bethany was his cousin. "My mom wants me to go because Bethany's sick, but I personally think she just wants a family gathering. And you know how much I hate those." I giggled at his words, remembering the last time that his mother forced him to come to a family gathering. He complained about it for days.

"When will you come back?" I asked him.

"Two days. I'm actually leaving right now."

"Are you driving or flying?"

"Driving," He rolled his eyes. "I hate flying."

"Of course you do," I teased. "You hate everything."

"Not everything," Jacob said quietly, and I almost didn't hear him, but then he stood up and I couldn't ask him why he said that. He hugged me again and I smelled his woodsy minty scent before he separated. He kissed my cheek quite chastely and clasped my shoulder with his right hand. "I'll call you, okay?"

"Okay," I murmured. "Drive safely. Let me know when you get there."

"I will," Jacob said. And then he was gone. I sighed and wracked my mind for the things I had to do. My mind instantly flashed towards Lux and I felt my knees weaken at the thought of seeing him again, but in this city, it was unlikely. My mind then turned towards the papers I was in a rush for. I frantically reached into my purse and examined them. They had dirt stains on them. I cursed hotly.

The reason why I was in a rush earlier was because Bona specifically asked for these papers by twelve in the afternoon. It was twelve fifteen right now and he would murder me if he saw those stains. The printer here wasn't working and none of us were that savvy with technology (it was a really old printer) so I had to run by the library to print them out. Now I had to go back again and make sure that there were no dirt stains on it.

I cursed and grabbed my purse, rushing through the station and to the exit. My heart pounded at the thought of running into Lux again, but I knew that was unlikely. Forget about him, I told myself. Besides, he was the reason why I forgot about giving Bona those papers in time.

If one guy that I interacted with for a total of three minutes had me forgetting my job priorities, I could only imagine what he could do to me if he had more time. The thought thrilled me more than it scared me.

I should have gotten his number. 

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