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The sun hung high in the LA sky, the kind of afternoon that made you sweat like a pig. Tim Bradford stepped out of the shop, his face set in its usual no-nonsense expression. His rookie, Miles Penn, trailed behind him, trying to keep up with his TO’s long, purposeful strides.
“We’ve got this locked down, right, sir?” Miles asked, his voice betraying just a hint of nervousness.
Tim grunted in response, already scanning the crime scene, eyes flicking over the overgrown bushes and neglected yard. “We’re just here to make sure no one’s hiding out. You do the job, get through the day, and move on. Simple.”
He didn’t have time for distractions. Not today. Not with Lucy on his mind again. He’d been doing his best to shove those thoughts aside—the breakup, the regrets—but they kept coming back.
He shook the thought away as he brushed past a particularly unruly bush, barely noticing the tickle of a small insect crawling up his arm. A few more steps and Tim absently scratched at the growing itch, dismissing it as nothing. It was itching a lot, though.
Miles was busy poking around a shed, when Tim suddenly stopped, blinking a little too much.
“Sir? You good?” Miles asked, glancing over.
“Good?” Tim murmured, rubbing his temples. “I’m... I’m fan-freaking-tastic.”
Before Miles could respond, a second shop pulled up to the scene, and out stepped Lucy Chen with her rookie, Seth Ridley, by her side. Lucy didn’t immediately spot Tim acting strange—she was too busy briefing Seth on securing the area.
“Stay sharp,” Lucy told Seth. “No shortcuts. You good?”
Seth gave her a nod, eager to impress. “Got it.”
It wasn’t until Lucy turned to check in with Tim that she noticed something... off.
“Tim?” She squinted, seeing him just standing there, staring at her like she’d sprouted a second head, his eyes glassy like he was high on something. “You okay?”
Tim blinked. Then he blinked again. And then, out of nowhere, a grin spread across his lips—a wide, goofy grin that didn’t belong on Tim Bradford’s face.
“Luuuuucy...” he said, drawing out her name slowly like he was savoring it. “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?”
Lucy blinked, looking around to see if anyone else was seeing this. Miles was still poking around cluelessly, but Seth, bless his rookie heart, was standing a little too close and fully invested in this unexpected turn of events.
“Uh, thanks?” Lucy said, unsure. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
Tim nodded, way too enthusiastically. “I’m better than okay, Lucy. I’m... enlightened.”
Lucy crossed her arms, now fully suspicious. “Enlightened? What are you talking about?”
Tim suddenly burst into laughter. Not the kind of low chuckle you might hear from him on a rare occasion, but a belly-aching, tear-inducing laughter. Lucy took a step back, eyes wide.
“Okay, you’ve officially lost it,” Lucy muttered. “Did you hit your head or something?”
Before she could figure out what was going on, Tim’s rookie, Miles, came over with his hands up, as if surrendering. “Uh, Sergeant Bradford’s been acting kinda weird for a few minutes now. I thought maybe it was nothing, but now I’m thinking we might have a situation.”
Lucy shot a worried glance at Tim, who was now swaying slightly back and forth on his feet, his grin still plastered across his face.
"Tim? Seriously, what's going on?" she asked, stepping closer.
Tim’s eyes locked onto hers, and with dramatic flair, he put a hand over his heart. “Lucy... I love you.”
The words hung in the air like an unexpected bomb. Lucy blinked, her jaw dropping.
“I’m sorry, what ?” she finally sputtered, her face heating up as Seth shifted awkwardly beside her, clearly wishing he were anywhere else.
“I love you, Lucy Chen!” Tim bellowed, arms stretched wide. “And I don’t care who hears it!”
At that moment, Lopez, Harper, and Juarez rolled up to the scene, walking over just in time to hear Tim’s declaration. Angela stopped dead in her tracks, Harper shot a confused look at Lucy, and Celina’s eyes went as wide as saucers.
“Oh, no,” Lucy groaned, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Tim, please stop.”
“I CAN’T!” Tim wailed dramatically, dropping to his knees like he was in some kind of play. “I’ve been holding it in for so long! It hurts, Lucy! It hurts to love you this much!”
Angela exchanged a glance with Nyla, both barely holding back laughter. Harper leaned over, whispering, “Is he for real right now?”
“Oh, he’s real,” Angela muttered, arms crossed, clearly amused.
Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose. “Tim, you’re not... you’re not thinking clearly. Let’s just—”
“NO! It’s true!” Tim sobbed, now getting teary-eyed. “I broke up with you because I’m an idiot. A total, complete idiot. I thought you deserved better, but there’s NO ONE better than me for you! You deserve me , Lucy!”
Lucy’s mortification was palpable, her face flushing bright red as she caught Angela’s amused smirk. “Oh my God. Kill me now.”
Meanwhile, Tim was still on the ground, wiping his nose on his forearm, looking up at Lucy with the most tragic, pitiful expression she had ever seen. “I’m sooooo sorry, Lucy,” he whimpered. “Please take me back. Please! I beg you!”
Seth shifted awkwardly beside her, unsure if he should intervene or just keep pretending he didn’t exist. “Should we, uh... do something?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Lucy muttered, glaring down at Tim. “We should call an ambulance before this gets worse.”
Lopez, still enjoying the show, stepped closer. “Ambulance? For what? A broken heart?”
“No,” Lucy snapped, noticing Tim’s red and swollen arm. “I think he’s been... bitten by something.”
“Ohhhh,” Harper said, eyes lighting up. “That makes more sense.”
Just then, Penn, who had been hovering nervously, stepped up with a sudden revelation. “I saw a weird bug crawl on his arm earlier. Maybe that’s what did it!”
Lucy crouched down to inspect Tim’s arm, her brow furrowing as she spotted a red bite mark just above his elbow. “Yep. Definitely a bite. Probably something nasty,” she muttered, noticing his arm was getting swollen and swollen. “Miles, can you try to find whatever bug bit him?”
“Sure, ma’am. I’m on it.”
Just as she was about to stand up, she felt a hand at her waist, tugging her back down. She twisted, finding Tim grinning up at her with the goofiest smile she’d ever seen on his face. He looked absolutely delighted, his eyes shining with childlike mischief as he reached for her again.
“Hey, Luce,” he slurred, winking in what was probably supposed to be a charming way. “You’re just... so pretty.” He gave a dramatic sigh, fingers brushing her side as he tried, and failed, to pull her closer. “Come here. I wanna kiss you.”
Lucy stifled a laugh, batting his hands away as he tried to wrap his arm around her waist. “Tim, seriously, hold still. I’m trying to help you here.”
But he wasn’t having it. “Oh, come on. Just one little kiss,” he pleaded, giving her the most exaggerated pout she’d ever seen. “Pretty please?”
She rolled her eyes, pushing his hands back as he leaned toward her, clearly not giving up. His grip slipped, and he nearly toppled forward, only to catch himself and grin even wider, laughing as though this was the funniest thing in the world.
“You can’t resist me, Lucy Chen,” he declared, trying to wrap both arms around her now. “We’re meant to be. Like... like the Doctor and their companions!” He laughed again, his head tilting back, and Lucy bit back another laugh, glancing over her shoulder to see if Miles had found anything.
“Tim,” she said firmly, swatting his hands away yet again, “this is not the time or the place.”
He grinned, undeterred, eyes sparkling as he leaned toward her with a playful smirk. “I don’t care! You’re gorgeous, Luce. And if you’re not gonna kiss me, then… fine.” He dramatically flopped back against the ground, a hand over his heart. “I’ll just lie here and suffer!”
Angela pulled out her radio, chuckling as she asked for help. “Well, it’s official. Tim Bradford, tough guy of the LAPD, taken down by a bug.”
“Don’t make it worse,” Lucy muttered, looking around at their amused colleagues as she tried to figure out how to salvage what was left of Tim’s dignity. “Let’s just get him to the hospital before he does anything else embarrassing.”
Unfortunately for Lucy, Tim had other plans.
He grabbed her hand, pulling her closer again and getting sad all of a sudden with tears streaming down his face. “Lucy, I don’t just love you... I need you! You’re my whole world! Without you, I’m... I’m nothing!”
“Oh, for the love of—" Lucy groaned. “Can we get that ambulance, like, now?”
Just as Angela gave the dispatcher their location, Tim’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he collapsed dramatically, face-first into the dirt.
There was a beat of silence before Harper, ever the queen of deadpan, muttered, “Well, that escalated quickly.”
Lucy sighed, crouching down beside Tim’s unconscious form. “Yeah. It really did.”
As they waited for the ambulance, Lopez shook her head, grinning. “This is gonna be a great story to tell everyone at the station.”
Lucy shot her a glare. “You tell anyone , and I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Angela smirked. “Oh, I’m telling everyone .”
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The ambulance lights flashed in front of the hospital as the EMTs wheeled a barely awakened Tim Bradford into the emergency room, with Lucy by his side. His eyes were still half-lidded, and he kept murmuring in his dazed state.
"I can’t believe you’re here, Lucy," Tim slurred. "You’re like... a walking wet dream." His voice dipped into something soft and sentimental, a contrast to his usual gruff exterior.
Lucy sighed, leaning her head against her hands. “You’re going to regret this so much when you wake up,” she muttered under her breath. Tim’s hand, though, still hadn’t released hers.
When they finally arrived at the hospital room, Lucy stepped back, watching as Tim was placed on a bed. Within minutes, the room started to fill with people—Sergeant Grey, Angela Lopez, and, not far behind, the rookies Seth and Miles.
“Is he still going on about his undying love?” Angela asked, suppressing a smirk as she approached Lucy.
Lucy shot her a look. “Please don’t start. This is already embarrassing enough.”
“Oh, you bet I’m starting.” Angela pulled out her phone. “In fact, I think I need to get this on video. You know, for documentation purposes. For the case, of course.”
“You’re not filming him—” Lucy began, but she was cut off by the sound of Tim’s voice rising from the hospital bed.
“There she is!” Tim’s voice rang out. His face lit up as he spotted Lucy by the door, his arms stretching out toward her like she was an angel descending from the heavens. “Luce! My baby! Lucy Chen! The love of my life!”
Seth and Miles exchanged awkward glances while Sergeant Grey raised an amused eyebrow.
“Well, I guess we know where his mind is at,” Grey said dryly.
Tim, utterly oblivious to the stares, propped himself up on his elbows. “You see her, right?” He gestured toward Lucy. “Look at her. Look how amazing she is! Every time she laughs, I swear it’s like... music. No, better than music. It’s like... the best thing ever invented. It’s like angels singing.”
Lucy flushed, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on her. “Tim, please...”
“No! Let me finish!” Tim interrupted dramatically, his face serious as he pointed at her. “Do you know how hard it is to be around you every single day? It’s torture. Absolute torture! You’re so... you’re so... beautiful! And smart! And funny!” He turned toward Miles and Seth. “Isn’t she just... the best thing you’ve ever seen?”
Seth nodded uncomfortably, unsure how else to respond. “Uh... sure, Sergeant Bradford.”
Miles, trying to avoid eye contact, mumbled, “Definitely.”
Lucy closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. This was an absolute nightmare. Meanwhile, Angela was full-on recording the entire thing.
“I cannot believe this is happening,” Lucy groaned.
“Oh, it’s happening.” Angela grinned, her phone angled perfectly toward Tim, capturing every second. “And I’m not gonna miss a second of it.”
Tim flopped back against the hospital bed, his expression suddenly turning teary again. “It’s so hard, Lucy. Every day, I have to pretend like I’m not completely in love with you. You don’t know how difficult it is... especially when you wear that stupid uniform.”
Lucy’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”
Tim continued, his face red and his speech slurred. “You wear that uniform, and it’s like... it’s like you’re torturing me. No one wears a police uniform better than you. It hugs your curves just right. I mean, come on! I’m only a guy! Do you even realize how hard it is to not be turned on when you look like that?”
“Tim!” Lucy’s voice was a sharp whisper, her face flaming with embarrassment as she caught Sergeant Grey's amused expression. “That’s enough!”
“Oh no,” Angela said, barely containing her laughter, “I think this is just getting good.”
Sergeant Grey chuckled under his breath. “Bradford, you’re digging yourself a deeper hole with every word.”
Tim’s eyes narrowed as he suddenly spotted something across the room—a male nurse walking in with a clipboard. The nurse smiled politely at Lucy, completely oblivious to the storm about to come his way.
“Hey!” Tim shouted, sitting up abruptly, glaring at the nurse. “You think you’re slick, huh? Smiling at her like that. You think you’re in love with her, too?”
The nurse blinked, completely thrown off. “Uh... excuse me?”
Tim pointed accusingly. “I see you, trying to make moves on Lucy! Well, back off! She’s mine!”
Lucy buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God, this is a nightmare.”
The nurse, clearly confused, took a cautious step back. “Sir, I’m just here to check your vitals.”
“Yeah, sure you are,” Tim scoffed. “I know what you’re doing. I see the way you’re looking at her.”
Angela, at this point, was laughing so hard she could barely stand straight. “This is gold. I’m never deleting this video.”
“Someone please sedate him,” Lucy muttered under her breath, her face burning with embarrassment.
Just then, Tim’s eyes filled with tears again, and he reached for Lucy. “Please, Lucy,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion. “Don’t leave me for some nurse. I can’t... I can’t lose you.”
Lucy felt her heart stutter in her chest. Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, there was something achingly raw in his voice. Before she could respond, Angela cut in.
“Well, I think we all know one thing for sure,” she said, her voice smug. “Tim Bradford’s got it bad. If you had any doubts about it, now you’re sure he’s smitten.”
Lucy shot her a glare. “Not helping, Lopez.”
The nurse, wisely choosing not to engage further, backed out of the room. But Tim wasn’t done. He flopped back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling, tears streaming down his face. “I just love you so much,” he whimpered. “It hurts.”
Seth, standing awkwardly by the door, whispered to Miles, “I’m learning so much right now.”
Miles nodded. “Yeah. Same.”
Sergeant Grey crossed his arms, watching with an amused grin. “Well, this is one way to fix things.”
Before anyone could respond, Tim’s voice rang out again, softer this time. “Lucy... do you think I’m stupid?”
Lucy stepped closer, her heart aching for him despite the embarrassment. “No, Tim. You’re not stupid.”
Tim sniffled. “I think I am. I broke up with you because I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. But I was wrong. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I can’t go on without you in my life.”
Lucy couldn’t help it. She snorted, despite herself, and then quickly covered her mouth, trying to stifle the laugh that bubbled up. “Tim... I swear...”
Tim’s eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion finally setting in. “I love you, Lucy,” he murmured. “ So much !”
Lucy let out a long breath, her emotions a tangled mess. She glanced over at Angela, who was still grinning like a cat who got the cream.
“Well, this was... something,” Angela said, slipping her phone back into her pocket. “I’m gonna make so many people watch this later. Now I know he’s gonna be fine, I’m leaving.”
“ Lopez ,” Lucy warned, “I swear if you—”
But Angela was already halfway out the door, humming to herself as she sauntered down the hall. The others finally had the decency to leave as well.
Lucy sat down beside Tim’s bed, brushing a hand through his hair. She let out a breath, finally letting herself smile. "You really are something, Bradford."
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The hospital room was quiet after the chaos of the day. The only sounds came from the steady beeping of Tim’s heart monitor and the occasional murmur of nurses in the hall. He blinked groggily, his head heavy, eyes struggling to focus as he came back to himself. For a moment, everything was fuzzy—a fog of confusion and mild pain lingering at the edges of his consciousness, and his right arm throbbed a bit.
And then it hit him like a freaking train.
Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
The flood of memories came rushing back. He saw himself standing in the dirt, swaying like a duck; kneeling dramatically, professing his undying love for Lucy in front of everybody. In front of civilians, the rookies, the detectives, the hospital staff. Oh God. The tears, the screaming, the sobbing. The paranoid laughing. And Lucy, standing there, mortified, while their colleagues... laughed. It must have been so hard for her after everything he’s put her through.
He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as if that could somehow erase everything that had happened. Maybe it was just a weird dream, he thought. A really, really bad dream. But as he peeked one eye open, his gaze landed on Lucy Chen, sitting quietly in the chair beside his bed, arms crossed, staring at him with an unreadable expression.
Great. Not a dream. Reality—an embarrassing, humiliating reality.
"You're awake. Are you back to your usual self?" Lucy said, her voice soft but carrying that unmistakable edge of amusement.
Tim winced, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to hide behind his fingers. “Yeah, I’m back. And I’m awake,” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “Unfortunately.”
Lucy leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “So... how’re you feeling? You remember anything?”
“Do I have to?” he muttered, still not looking directly at her.
“Not really, but I think we should probably talk about it.” Lucy’s lips twitched, clearly fighting back a smile.
Tim groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. "How bad was it? Is everything I remember like… for real? Did I really make a complete fool of myself in front of you and everybody else?"
Lucy raised her eyebrows, leaning back in the chair. “You mean after you cried, dropped to your knees, and begged me to take you back? Or after you declared—loudly—that I was your entire world and you couldn’t live without me?”
Tim felt his face go beet red. "Oh, no. I didn’t..."
"Oh, you did. And Lopez got the whole thing on video." Lucy grinned now, her amusement breaking free. "I’m sure it’s already making the rounds at the precinct."
Tim let out a sound that could only be described as a whimper. "Damn, Lopez. I’ll never live this down."
Lucy leaned forward, her expression softening. “Hey, don’t worry about it. You weren’t yourself. It was the bug bite—and, you know, the drugs they gave you to treat it.” She paused. “But, uh... you said some pretty... honest things back there.”
Tim bit his lip, looking anywhere but at her. “I was drugged. You can’t take anything I said seriously.”
“Oh, really?” Lucy asked, her tone teasing now. “So you didn’t mean any of it?”
Tim hesitated, his mind screaming at him to deny it. To laugh it off. To claim it was all just the bug bite and the drugs talking. But he couldn’t. Not after everything he’d blurted out in front of her—hell, in front of the entire LAPD.
His eyes flicked up to meet hers, and suddenly, the weight of everything he’d been holding in for so long felt too heavy to keep shouldering. “No,” he said quietly. “I meant it. All of it.”
Lucy’s teasing smile faltered, her eyebrows raising slightly. “Even the part where you said you loved how I laugh?”
Tim swallowed hard, feeling like he was about to throw himself off a cliff. “Yeah. Especially that part.”
“And the part where you said... it was hard to be around me and not, uh... get turned on?” Lucy’s face flushed just a little, her eyes flicking away from his for a second.
Tim cringed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Real. Okay... I maybe could’ve kept to myself.”
Lucy laughed, the sound bright and easy, and despite his embarrassment, Tim couldn’t help but smile. “It’s okay, Tim,” she said, still giggling. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t noticed you staring.”
Tim blinked, his mouth dropping open a little. “You noticed? I promise I was trying to be discreet.”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “Of course, I noticed. I just didn’t say anything because I thought... I thought we were over.”
Tim’s chest tightened at that, guilt flickering in his eyes. “We’re not over,” he said quietly. “I mean... we don’t have to be. If you’ll have me. I know I screwed us up, and it will take a while for you to trust me again, but I love you so much. Will you give me another chance?”
Lucy’s eyes softened, and for a moment, she didn’t say anything. She just looked at him, her gaze searching for the truth in his eyes. Then, after what felt like an eternity, she smiled—a small, genuine smile that made Tim’s heart leap in his chest.
“I’d be crazy not to, but we need to talk,” she said softly.
Tim’s heart swelled, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. “Anything you want. So... is it usual to get high after a bug bite?”
“No, apparently there’s like a 0.99% chance of this happening. Just a handful of people around LA would have this reaction.”
“Awesome, that’s even better to hear.”
“You got lucky.”
“Pff, I’m never lucky enough to win the lottery or a vacation to a Caribbean beach. Of course, I’m lucky enough to have a stupid reaction only 1% of the world population would have.”
“Less than 1%, to be honest. Tim… It was scary, though. You had a bad allergic reaction too, so if Miles didn’t find which bug bit you, we could have lost you.”
“I guess I have to thank the boot later. I’m sorry, Luce. Not just for scaring you but… for everything.”
“Not your fault, you couldn’t have known you’d get terribly dramatic and romantic after being bitten by a bug. The other part, well, I forgive you. As long as you promise to be more open from now on.”
“I promise, baby. Will you take me back?”
Lucy squeezed his hand, her smile widening. “Yeah, Tim. I’ll take you back. But you’re never living down what happened today.”
Tim laughed, shaking his head. “Fair enough. Just promise me one thing?”
“What?”
“Please don’t let Angela show that video to Grey.”
Lucy grinned wickedly. “Oh, Tim. That ship has sailed soooo bad.”
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Tim took a deep breath as he stepped into the precinct. He’d been bracing himself for two days, knowing there was no way in hell he was going to get off easy after the whole bug-bite confession disaster. But he hadn’t quite anticipated this level of payback.
The second his foot crossed the threshold, the opening chords of Lovebug by the Jonas Brothers echoed through the precinct speakers.
Tim froze mid-step, his face dropping as the lyrics began to blast through the station:
“Now I’m speechless... over the edge, I’m just breathless …”
He looked up, catching sight of Lopez and Harper, who both started swaying to the beat like they were at a concert, with exaggerated expressions. Angela even put a hand to her chest, lip-syncing as if she were singing to him. Harper winked at Tim, and Tim could feel his face heat up.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, his gaze sweeping the room.
It got worse. Across the bullpen, every single officer, and even Grey was wearing a white T-shirt with bright red letters that read, #LoveBugBradford. Lucy’s shirt, as if designed to take the joke to its peak, had I ♥ Tim written in sparkly letters.
Tim groaned inwardly, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to steady himself. Lucy was near her desk, barely able to hold back a laugh. Her face was scrunched in a valiant attempt at a serious expression, but her eyes sparkled with barely contained amusement.
Just when Tim thought it couldn’t get any worse, Smitty appeared out of nowhere, dropping to one knee right in front of him, clutching a plastic ring he must’ve grabbed from the vending machine. He looked up at Tim with wide, pleading eyes.
“Timothy Bradford,” Smitty said, his voice overly dramatic and filled with mock emotion, “you’ve always been my rock. My one and only constant. Will you... will you make me the happiest man at Mid-Wilshire?”
Tim couldn’t stop the eye-roll that followed, but before he could pull away, Smitty grasped his hand, clutching it to his chest.
“Smitty, if you don’t get up right now…” Tim growled, trying to yank his hand back, but the entire bullpen erupted in laughter.
Harper put a hand to her chest, practically wheezing, while Angela doubled over, snapping pictures with her phone. Grey, ever the stoic, just gave Tim a sympathetic nod, clearly trying to hide a smirk. Tim shot him a pleading look, but Grey shrugged as if to say, You’re on your own, Bradford.
The song continued to play in the background, reaching the chorus with “I never thought that I’d catch this love bug again…” and Tim clenched his jaw, resigned to his fate. He glanced over at Lucy, who gave him a soft, warm smile that made the embarrassment sting just a little less. She lifted her shoulders in an almost apologetic shrug, but he could tell she was loving every second.
Finally, as the song faded out, Tim raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright! You got me,” he said, glaring at Lopez and Harper. “Are we done here, or are you planning to humiliate me in new, creative ways tomorrow?”
“Oh, this isn’t over, Tim,” Angela said, wiping a tear from her eye. “We’ll be playing Lovebug every time you walk in for at least a week.”
Harper nodded with a grin. “Welcome to your legacy, Bradford.”
Tim sighed, catching Lucy’s eye as she chuckled softly, shaking her head. With a deep, exaggerated sigh, he muttered, “Remind me never to get bitten by a bug again.”
Lucy leaned closer, patting his arm as she whispered, “Hey, look on the bright side. Now everyone knows you’ve got good taste.”
Tim grinned despite himself, glancing around at his Lovebug T-shirt-wearing colleagues. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”
She grinned back, linking her arm with his and whispering, “You love me so much. You can’t live without me. I’m the love of your life.”