You’re currently in a guilt examination room interrogating a handsome criminal hooked up to a lie detector test. Every time you ask a question his heart starts beating faster no matter what. “I didn’t do it, the machine is broken or something.” He grumbles, annoyed. As his words come out of his mouth, the lie detector begins to make a sound again. You then raise an eyebrows, “fine, say something honest and we’ll see.”

“Every time I look at you my heart starts racing because of how beautiful you are.” He states, staring directly at you. But not long after the machine beeps loudly detecting a lie. You roll your eyes trying to hide your blush. “It has to be something you can prove.” You say with a bit of stutter.

“Fine. I’m hard right now and it’s your fault.” The machine didn’t beep this time..