Shelby
My hand trembles as I stand outside Sully's apartment. I know he's off-shift, both his cruiser and Mustang are parked next to one another. I'm holding a roast in my other palm, nervous as hell. Lifting up the trembling hand, I knock quickly on the door, inwardly dying as I wait for him to either answer or come to the door.
“Coming." I hear his strong voice through the barrier between us. When he opens it, I literally lose my breath.
“Counselor." He grins as he sees me standing there.
“Hey," I answer. “I made a huge dinner, and was wondering if you wanted to split it with me."
He rubs his stomach, inadvertently lifting his shirt up so I can see his abdomen muscles. It's an unconscious move he makes, but I still let my gaze drift down and enjoy the fruits of his exercise labor.
