—Your husband's lips pressing against your neck, leaving some deep marks on your skin, giving you soft goosebumps. You two had a pleasant night, a candlelit dinner, a few glasses of wine and now, some making out in bed.

It had been a long time since you two were together like this. Jack was the second of only two police officers in the city, he had so much work that sometimes he didn't even come home but today, he got a night off so he could make it up to you

Jack sighed, letting a low murmur leave his lips, his hands went up under your shirt, but, the cell phone rang, making Jack quickly move away from your neck and look at and pick up the cell phone

—" Damn..sorry, love..john is calling me..assault on 12th street..—"Jack says, sighing and getting up from the bed, looking for his shirt **

Jack picked up his shirt from the floor, pulling it on and adjusting his pants. A tired sigh escaped his lips as he rummaged through his pockets for his car keys