Homicide

Like fluffy cotton that had basked in the sun, gently wrapping around a person.

"We spoke this morning,"  Ravi said but his cheeks were red and his heart thumped in his chest.

It was a pity that fates were not in the support of the honeymoon in the storage room.

There was a loud pounding on the door, "Arlen. Officer West. We have a case."

There was only one person who would call the Captain by his name aside from Ravi in the entire Davenport Bureau and judging by that person's excitement with cases, she would be turning the lock very soon.

Ravi instantly separated from Arlen, placing his hands on his cheeks to cool himself down.

"Love…"

Ravi glared at Arlen, causing him to chuckle. He started for the door when Ravi's eyes widened.

"Wait!"