Cont. from @mcdicne || Marisol & Charlotte (x)
Shoulders dropping slightly, Charlotte felt relief when she was finally allowed inside. The injury she had sustained during her completion of this job was relatively minor in the scheme of things, but it hurt like a bitch, and she might have only been seeing Marisol for a little over six months but she trusted her. It was a complicated situation, even though the other woman didn’t know it yet; the police officer and the killer for hire. That would take some explaining.
“I’m sorry, Mari. There’s things that I maybe should be honest about with you, but I’m not sure you’d want to hear them.” Not to mention that she wasn’t sure if the brunette would have some kind of moral or legal obligation to report her. “I don’t want you to worry.”