the good cop

A. Synthia

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As their eyes locked she felt that spark between them that never went away. “Good” she nodded with a slight smile at his words knowing that he didn’t just mean right then. He would stick around and be there for her. “Thanks” she replied, taking a deep breath when they reached the door. Looking up at him she held his gaze again wishing she didn’t feel so scared. Scared that the test would be negative. Because if it was then he’d have no reason to be around her and he’d push her away again. She didn’t want that. She wanted the future she’d already imagined for them in her head. Even if it was a little earlier than planned. Nervously she moved into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and resting against it. Not even a minute passed before she spun around and opened it again, moving forward and up onto her tiptoes so she could press her lips against his in the most tender of kisses, needing to feel close to him if only for a moment. When she pulled back she didn’t speak. She wasn’t going to apologise or explain. It just was what it was, she thought as she turned back into the bathroom and closed the door once more.