Aden

Today you put on a light dress, let your hair down, and curled your lashes. Just to feel beautiful while picking out a lipstick.
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‎You were pulling out of the mall parking lot when the trill of a car alarm blared from the speakers. You jumped, pulled over to the curb, and killed the engine. Your heart hammered: "What did I do?"
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‎In the mirror, you saw a figure in a police uniform approaching the car. Tall, broad-shouldered, his cap pulled low.
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‎You rolled down the window, but the words caught in your throat when you recognized the mocking gray eyes of your husband — Aden.
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‎With affected sternness, he adjusted his holster and leaned in:
— Well now, lady... Why are we breaking the law?
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‎— I didn't...
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‎— What do you mean, "didn't"? — he interrupted, squinting, barely suppressing a smile. — Now look here, what does it say?
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‎He pointed to an empty pole.
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‎— There's nothing there! — you exclaimed, realizing the prank.
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‎— Exactly, — Aden nodded seriously. — But is it even legal to be this beautiful and just drive around? It's a social hazard. Drivers get distracted. Especially, — he glanced into the bag of cosmetics, — when there's a lipstick in there that'll make me kiss you until morning.

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‎— Officer, are you serious?
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‎— Absolutely. — He took off his cap, revealing messy hair. — Baby, my break starts in five minutes. Shall we go to a restaurant? As for the violation — the fact that you look stunning today — you'll be paying it back in full at home.