I don't know how it started, but I can tell you for sure that I don't want it to stop.
We were sitting alone in the precinct, just talking, like we usually do, when she shivered. I don't know why I did it, but I told her to scoot a bit closer, and I rubbed her hands together in mine. It felt so good, the friction was so...warm, lighting my insides up from within. But I never thought a similar reaction would occur in her. Never.
Next thing I knew, she was leaning in, and I was leaning to meet her, until, "Liv, Livia, stop. We can't -" I didn't know how to finish, but I don't think she would've let me anyway. She cradled my cheek with her hand. "Why not John? Tell me why the hell not." Forceful, determined, it was so - her.
"I-I don't know." I breathed and a second later she crashed her lips into mine.
And God help me, but I was weak. I let my feeling for her get in the way of my job and, oh who am I kidding, it felt - it feels, oh God, it feels so good. So good to finally open up for once.