The badge was clipped to the left lapel of her green peacoat. Her chestnut hair was a tangled mess, caught up in the salted wind of Maine's frigid coastline gusts.
The water-peeled skin of the corpse at our feet soiled the marshy air with its rotting flesh and seagull-picked eyes.
And yet.
I...
The fairer sex has the advantage, I suddenly realized. We both wore a kevlar vest but for me, it was jest of futility against her unintentional wiles.
What a cosmic joke; act on my impulses and lose the only partner I both loved and respected, or hold back and never feel the press of her wanton flesh against my own.
Fucking professional correctness.
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