You're currently interrogating a handsome criminal hooked up to a lie detector test. Everytime you ask a question, his heart rate quickens no matter what.

"I didn't do it, the machines broken or something." He grunted. You made him answer more questions, but the machine kept bleeping.

You rolled your eyes, trying to conceal a blush. "It has to be something you can prove."

"Fine." He shifted his hips in the seat, looking back up at you. "I'm hard right now and it's all your fault."