A morning of observation

Liam leaned in closer to Rose, his heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and desire. The air crackled with anticipation as their faces drew near, their breaths mingling in the space between them. He could feel the warmth of her lips, inviting and intoxicating. But before their mouths could meet, he paused, realizing the need to address the lingering questions in Rose's eyes.

"It was nothing," Liam said softly, his voice laced with reassurance. "That was me trying to find some evidence upon a case I'm working on. You don't need to worry about anything."

Rose's eyes widened with surprise, her lips parting slightly. She had sensed Liam's secretive behavior, the late nights and mysterious phone calls. But she hadn't expected it to be related to his work. As his words sank in, she felt a mixture of relief and concern.

"You've been investigating something?" Rose asked, her voice filled with curiosity. She had always admired Liam's dedication to his job as a detective, but she worried abo