writtenlostsoul
He stared at her, his mouth wide open from the sight of her. Out of all the things he had to focus on, the crime cases and the painting right in front of them, he couldn't do that.
"God, have I told you I love art museums?"
"Many times." He said, never letting his eyes look anywhere else but at her.
"You could only take me here for dates for the rest of my life and I wouldn't mind." She stared at the painting, almost tempted to touch it's strokes of color.
"You're a masterpiece."
She turned to look at him, her cheeks turning pink. "Grayson. Stop that." She laughed, lightly hitting his arm in the most playful way.
☓ Includes: fighting, cursing, gang talk, killings