Part of Leo wanted to tell the man to stop touching his mouth like that. It pulled his eyes in that direction and just watching the movement made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was a good sensation, even if it felt a little out of control for such a simple gesture.
"Yeah, I'm a cop. Detective." He'd recently been moved up in the ranks to the job he'd gone into the academy for. "What do you do? Other than blow in and out."
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