Ethan kissed her long hair. "How do you know it?"
Kylie held his hand with their fingers entwined. "I have a perfect sense of smell, and I can smell whether it's fragrance or smoke in a second."
Ethan hugged her with his strong arms. Hearing his heavy heartbeats, she felt for him.
"Ethan?" She called him lightly.
"Yeah," Ethan answered.
"I'm not your soft spot." Kylie kissed his jaw with stubble. "I'm your support."
Ethan lowered his head and kissed on her lips.
"I know you'll never forgive yourself if you can't catch the drug dealer with your own hands." Kylie smiled. Her beautiful smile in the yellowish light was engraved in his heart. "If you want to do it, I'm supportive of your decision."
"Kylie," Ethan's eyes became wet. He covered his head in her long hair and felt so grateful that he could marry a girl who understood him.
