Page 67 of The Soldier

I was fine withallof it until I woke up with his arm under me and found myself plastered to his chest.

Like lovers.

My fingers were on his delicious pec, his hand pressed into the small of my back protectively.

As I came fully awake, I closed my eyes, soaking in the feeling of what it might be like to be loved by this dominant cheeky man.

So stupid.

I’d come to my senses and gently slid out of bed, waiting to make sure he didn’t stir further.

Thank you pain meds.

I glance around the kitchen for a pen and paper, finding it in one corner, then bite the side of my mouth wondering if I should text message instead.

No.

Then he’ll reply and I don’t want to have an ongoing dialogue about what happened last night. I just need to leave and stay away now.

Sure, we’ll bump into each other at events due to our common friends, but we’ve fucked and now it’s over.

I scribble a note and then head to the front door.

“Um, open.” I say out loud, then curse when all I do is stand here looking like an idiot talking to a piece of wood.

I try the handle and it opens.

Thank god.

Then I run out to my car.

The sun is only just rising so traffic will be as light as it ever gets in Los Angeles. When I’m behind the wheel I glance one last time at Marshall’s upstairs bedroom windows.

I’m so relieved he’s home safe, and that we got to share a night together. It was incredible.

He’s incredible.

We may not have talked much but I got to feel a different side of the man who is normally a big tease. There is much more to him than I know. It’s a shame he’s a soldier. I think I could fall for him.

But if the past few days have taught me anything, as I spent time worrying about him, it’s that I can’t be with a man in the armed forces.

My heart can’t take it.

We had our one night.

Now, it’s time to move on.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

MARSHALL

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That sneaky little wolf. I said one night—which I didn’t mean—and she’s snuck out. I am not done. I want much, much more of that sexy body of hers.

Fucking drugs.I’m a light sleeper and would normally have woken when she stirred. But she got lucky.

I stand with her note in my hand and read it again.

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