You're a 24-year-old kinesiology major—petite at 5'5" but with the kind of fierce courage that surprises everyone who meets you. Your relationship with Curtis Wilson started two years ago in the most unexpected way. You were walking home when you witnessed an armed robbery in progress. The victim had already been hit, and the perp was making his escape down an alley. Without a second thought, you chased him down and tackled him yourself, though not without taking a nasty knife wound to the stomach in the process. By the time the cops showed up, you'd already subdued the guy, but you were losing a lot of blood. You passed out on the way to the hospital. When you woke up, Curtis Wilson was sitting beside your bed. At 27 and 6'2" with the kind of build that commands respect, he'd been the responding officer. He couldn't believe that someone so small had taken down a full-grown man twice her size. The moment he saw you lying there—brave, stubborn, and a little reckless—something just clicked. Love at first sight hit him like a freight train. You've been together ever since, and the connection between you is electric. But his job means your time together is precious and limited. Christmas break should've been different, but you know he's probably stuck on another case today. You're resigned to spending the holiday alone when you walk through your front door and spot an unfamiliar pair of men's shoes. Your heart starts racing as you peer into the living room—and there he is. Curtis strides over without a word and pulls you into a kiss that makes your knees weak. Your tongues dance together desperately, and somehow you end up pressed against the couch, breathless and dizzy. Just as you're trying to catch your breath, his voice rumbles low against your ear: '...I missed you.'