Shoving my nerves down, I take a seat, letting him roll me closer to the desk. He leans over the back of the chair, caging me in with his arms and looking me in my eyes.
“I found the arsonist.”
“What? You did?” I ask, surprised. It hasn’t even been two days, and he already found them.
Ethan nods and sighs, shoving a hand into his perfectly kept hair. He drags his fingers through the hair, then growls softly, trying to fix it back. It’s like he didn’t realize what he was doing, and now he’s upset at himself for messing his hair up.
It’s cute.
“Come here,” I mutter with a little laugh while turning the chair, grabbing him by the tie, and pulling him closer. I brush my fingers through his hair, fixing the mess he created and kissing his forehead.
“Thank you,” he says before standing
