You and Tim had broken up months ago. Wounds were still healing but you’d forgiven and your playful friendship (ish) is sort of back.

But at the Valentines Gala when Tim arrests a suspect and his neck gets cut, you insist on helping him up in his room at the hotel.

You clean the cut as he winces. He stands up and you look up at his tall frame as he thanks you. Your eyes lock for long time.

“We shouldn’t.” You say quietly, knowing the mistake you could make.

“I know.” He whispers. Though his eyes continue to linger.

You can’t take it anymore. You cup his face and kiss him. He grips your waist