Why do I have a boner? Idiot. 

"I-I"

"Don't worry kid, happens to the best of us." He smiles placing my work on the passenger seat. 

This is a disaster, maybe even go to say horrifying. This is so inappropriate. 

"How old are you?" I blurt out, before even realising what I said, I cover my mouth with my hands. Connor laughed a little putting down the car visor. 

"Twenty Seven." Nearly double your age Jayson, if that's a sign to stop I don't know what is. 

"I don't think I've seen you around." I mean that's the truth, I think i'd know if I saw this god-like hunk patrolling the town. I'd probably get into more trouble too. 

"It was my first  day on the job when I arrested you last night and I'm already been kept on my toes."  Connor laughed, fixing his hair. "However there is a downside to that, I can't do many other intercepting jobs till your case is closed." 

"So you're babysitting me?" Connor nods, "Sorry," 

"Don't apologize, love, I wouldn't have it any other way." What is it with this man and making me blush. Gosh, he's perfect, I hope he'll wait for me after prison. We will be so happy. 

Connor's radio begins to croak, making him turn all serious. I look down at my crotch, still not gone. I'm so glad they gave me tracksuit bottoms, jeans would be the death of me right now. 

"Why did you move here?" I question, making Connor raise his brows.

"Full of questions I see." I nod, making him smirk, Oh heaven i need to sin. 

"Why do you have a boner, Little J?" He fires back.

"I'm not little." I protest, crossing my arms on my chest. Connor's eyes flick to my crotch before back up to my eyes, "Keep telling yourself that." He says before getting out the car. 

Did he just- Oh my lord. 

Connor opens my door, no hand offering this time making me frown, "What, no treating me like a prince this time?" Connor looks me up and down, intimidation emitting from his body; making me weak at the knees. Reluctantly, Connor offered his arm for me to grab. I took it with a bright smile, C'mon Jayson do it: what harm will it bring?

I stand on my tiptoes to tap Connor's shoulder. I close my eyes, placing my lips onto his. My body is thrust onto the car, my head smashing against it. Fire enlights in Connor's eyes. 

"What the fuck?" Someone shouts, making Connor snap up his head. His adam's apple bops as he presses his radio. Two people come rushing out the station as Connor runs to the voice: "Babe, it's not what it looks like. I promise." This bastard, this beautiful bastard, I swear. All those pet names and not one of them he meant. How could I've been so stupid? I've just kissed a man twice my age, probably married in front of a police station... What the fuck? 

Connor talks to his boyfriend who glares at me before trying to hit him, officers attend to his aid before taking me back in. "Name?" The dark-skinned female barks dragging me into the station.

"Jayson Miller," I answer, locking eyes with Santa behind the desk. He sends me a jolly smile before talking to the officer. She lets me go as Connor comes in with a bloody nose. Officers crowd the rowdy boyfriend as Connor drags me up from the floor, taking me to a cell. 

"Hope you're happy. Louis already thought I was cheating. I should get you done for sexual assault. I am getting you done for sexual assault." Connor told me before closing your cell. 

Gay, a suspected drug dealer and now this. My mum is really going to murder me...

Chapter Two guys, i don't know if anyone is reading this but yeah. Comment if you are.