She heard the door squeak open and close, the sound carrying to the office easily in the silent home. Her attention turned back to the forms on her desk; she had hoped to finish this before he got here.
"You shouldn’t leave that open," his voice, touched with concern, said from the doorway. She didn’t know why exactly, but that made her smile.
Lin turned to look at him, leaning back against the edge of her desk. “I knew you were coming over,” she excused.
His eyebrows drew together, wrinkling the blue arrow on his forehead— something else that made her want to smile for some reason. “You’re still in your uniform?” He finally took a step into the room.
"I just got home."
Coming closer, he caught a glimpse of the papers on her desk, “And you’re still working?”
"I wanted to get it done," the chief shrugged. "I’ll take off my uniform right now," she promised, hoping that would relieve his concern enough that he wouldn’t talk about it anymore. Which was, of course, a ridiculous hope because of how late it was.
"You shouldn’t work yourself so hard." The combination of the low, serious voice and crinkly face made it impossible for her not to smile.
Her lips pulled back involuntarily and her eyes fell, landing on his feet and the space still between them. “It’s been a long day,” she agreed, bringing her eyes back up to his, and slowly losing the playfulness. “Come here,” her throaty voice commanded softly.
I cannot condone such behavior. So immoral and wrong.
Having said that….