Aden

Today you put on a light dress, let your hair down, and applied mascara. Just to feel beautiful while choosing your lipstick.
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You were pulling out of the shopping center parking lot when the alarm started blaring. You winced, pulled over to the side of the road, and turned off the engine. Your heart was pounding. "What have I done?"
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In the mirror, I saw a figure in a police uniform approaching the car. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his cap pulled down low.
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You rolled down the window, but the words stuck when you recognized the mocking gray eyes of your husband - Adena
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He adjusted his holster with feigned severity and bent down:

• Well then, lady... Why are we breaking the rules?
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  — I don't...
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  "What, 'didn't violate it'?" he interrupted, squinting, barely containing a smile. "Well, look at what's written here?"
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  He pointed at the empty post.
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  “There’s nothing there!” you said indignantly, realizing the joke.
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  "Exactly," Aden nodded seriously. "But is it really possible to be so beautiful and just drive? It's socially dangerous. Drivers get distracted. Especially," he peered into the cosmetics bag, "when it contains lipstick that will make me kiss you until the morning?"

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— Officer, are you serious?
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"Absolutely." He took off his cap, revealing his tousled hair. "Baby, I have a break in five minutes. Shall we go to the restaurant? And for the violation—that you're looking stunning today—you'll get the full punishment at home."