Page 30 of The Soldier

He’s a gorgeous man. Tall, way too handsome, an incredible body, and cheeky personality.

Basically, walking hero.

Which I will not succumb to.

Damn dress. It weakened me.

“Well Alice is sick, and while Cassy and Scarlet will be there, you know how sensitive Savannah is at the moment. I want it to be a fun night for her.”

I suddenly feel selfish.

The actress was shot by the girl she thought was her best friend. Fortunately, through Briar and Cassy she’s met all of us. We don’t care that she’s one of the most famous women on the planet—although borrowing items from her wardrobe is a huge bonus—we love her.

She truly is a kind, funny, and talented person.

I don’t let just anyone into my life. But Sav is one of us girls now.

“Ugh, I shouldn’t have canceled. Does she know?” I ask.

“No. I hoped I could convince you.”

Good.

“Can I ask you something?” Aidan turns from the front seat.

“Sure.”

“Does this have anything to do with Marshall?” he asks, his voice deep and serious.

My mouth parts.

“It fucking does. I’m going to kill him. What happened?” He growls.

Oh, shit.

“I, uh, what?”

“You don’t need to say anymore.” Aidan turns back around and over his shoulder he adds, “He won’t be here tonight so no need to worry.”

He won’t?

Disappointment fills me and I can’t for the life of me work out why I’m unhappy.

I’m actively avoiding the annoying soldier. Just ask the fifteen dancing ChickenToks I watched. And the four episodes of whatever show Iwasn’twatching on Netflix.

“What happened?” Briar hisses under her breath.

“Nothing,” I hiss back sharply.

Nothing.

Nothing happened.

Except for one damn kiss I can’t stop thinking about, and a burning need that he’s sparked inside of me. I’m like a walking horny pregnant woman without the baby. All I can think of is having sex with him.

I tried to get him out of my system by accepting a Tinder date mid-week and that was an absolute disaster. While he was very pretty to look at in his custom-made suit and mussed up hair, the director of marketing—or was it sales?—went on and on about the tech market boring me to tears.

I even considered sleeping with him. For thirty seconds. The moment the night came to its natural end I knew I didn’t want him to touch me.

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