Page 91 of The Soldier

You know what, little wolf. You do what you want. I can’t order you around. Or make you want this.

Feeling his kiss on my forehead felt so final. It was a goodbye. I know that.

It’s what I wanted. Right?

It was.

It...is.

Damn, I don’t know anymore.

The sense of loss feels heavy as I try to shake myself out of it and pull myself together. Clearing my throat roughly, I run myhands over my hair and dress. I feel bare and vulnerable without my panties, feeling his come still leaking from me.

I wipe my face with some paper towels, sniff a few times and draw in a breath. Then, after sliding on some lip balm, I put on a fake smile and step out of the bathroom.

“There she is.” Savannah waves out her arms from the end of the hall. “Come on; this is my favorite song.”

Jesus. The last thing I feel like doing is dancing. I feel like crying, not being at a party. Why can’t teleportation be invented already?

Dumb humans.

“I need to get a drink. Meet you there.” I force a bigger smile on my face, but it hurts.

Spotting Roger talking to two girls, Marshall’s words come flooding back.You’re happy to date that fucker out there who is Special Forces, but not me.

Why does he think Roger is Special Forces? He just met him.

I blink, remembering them shaking hands. There was a weird vibe in the air, but I thought it was because of me. Bringing Roger was meant to create a wedge between me and Marshall.

I guess I did that.

After fucking him in the bathroom.

A sob escapes my throat, and I wipe my eyes. Thank goodness for the loud music.

Maybe I should talk to Marshall. I don’t want him to hate me. I glance around, but he’s not here. That girl he was talking to is.

I figure he’s somewhere.

I head over to Roger and wonder again if he might be an enlisted soldier. His career answer was vague, and I barely paid attention.

I’m in between jobs.

Something feels off and suddenly all I want is to go home. I’ve had too much to drink; my body is aching from rough amazing sex, and I’m confused.

I want you to go out there and tell Roger to fuck off home. That you are mine.

I’m not yours.

Your pussy says otherwise.

Marshall thinks I’m his, but then moments later he told me to take care of myself and left. I guess I pushed him away. Over and over.

I sigh.

I need my bed.

“Hey gorgeous.” Roger grins. “What took you so long.”

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