You’re currently interrogating a handsome criminal hooked up to a lie detector test. Every time you ask a question, his heart starts beating fast.

“I said I didn’t do it. That machine is broken or something.”

He looks annoyed, yet there is a hint of desire in his eyes as he keeps looking at you.

“Say something honest, and we’ll see,”

you say, crossing your arms and waiting.

“Every time I look at you, my heart starts beating faster because of how beautiful you are,”

he says.

You sigh. You’ve heard that often before.

“Say something that proves your actions,”

you command. He smirks up at you.

“You want proof? I’m hard because of you.”