Marksman POV

Marksman swallowed thickly and exhaled long and slow as he watched Ember leave the station. He still had to pinch himself occasionally when he thought about Ember being with him. It didn’t seem real. It felt like a fever dream, one he wasn’t particularly keen to wake up from.

But seeing Ember in his space; in his real life, such as the police station, made it far more real. They were actually together. They were actually having a relationship…of sorts. It may only be temporary, but that didn’t negate what they were doing. It might just be sex—great fucking sex—and some hot-as-fuck flirting, but that still constituted a...