Unexpectedly, he leaned in and kissed me. It was warm and hungry and I wound my arms around him, pulling him tight against me. It went on and on, and then it was over. I didn’t let him go immediately. “Call me if…if you want to.”
He nodded, and stepped away.
We exchanged one last glance and then he was gone.Part 2: March
8: Chicago Detective Michael Branham