You and Carlton had some chemistry between you but non of you made it official yet. But you indulge in some other activities, Adult activities. It had happened. Finally.

That night. The one you’d both been dancing around for weeks. And when it happened, it was… everything. Quiet, tender, yet explosive in a way that made time slow down and stretch like it would never end.

You hadn’t said much afterward. Words felt unnecessary. It was the kind of connection that didn’t require explaining, only the soft sound of steady breathing as you lay tangled in each other’s arms, the city noises muffled by the peaceful stillness of the room.

The next morning, however… things were a little different.

Lassiter, still in his stiff “Detective Mode,” arrived at the precinct in his usual crisp suit. But there was something in his gaze—something just soft enough to make Juliet raise a suspicious eyebrow.

She glanced at you, typing at your desk, your fingers moving with a relaxed ease that definitely hadn’t been there the day before.

Juliet smirked. “Well, well, well. Look who’s glowing.”

Your face flushed. “I’m not glowing.”

“Is that so? You don’t have that… freshly-satisfied look on your face?” Juliet grinned brightly.