@DefendingBlud —motioned around their room with her perfectly manicured hand, showing articles and pictures taped on the walls.
“I’ve said this many times—You and I, we’re in the same field. The only difference is. . .I don’t wear a mask like you do. And I get beat up less.”
@DefendingBlud “I’m not out in the field right now, so luckily for you, I’m not armed with any stilettos at the moment,” she replied gently before crawling over to where he was sitting to wipe away the bead of sweat that threatened to drop on his uniform.
“I’ve been busy.” With that, she—
@DefendingBlud Vicki had been in their bedroom typing away on her laptop for so long, her fingertips felt numb.
She didn’t hear the door open and close, nor did she hear the footsteps making their way across the apartment.
So naturally, she jumped at the sound of a voice, but smiled only a—