Loving Guy

There’s a killer on my doorstep, and she brought mini muffins.

I’m a cop.
She’s a killer.
…and she’s living in my house.

I should arrest her, make her pay for every life she’s taken … instead I’m fantasizing about her.
Wanting her.
Craving her.
And I don’t know how much longer I can resist.
But the bodies are stacking up. The lies are, too.
And the spark that drew me in might become a fire that destroys us both.