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“Aye.”
Blaze
Our new drones appear with water and bars.
He hands me two of his four bars.
“That’s generous,” I tell him, shaking my head.
He nudges them toward me again and our fingers graze as I take one. I scoff as electric sparks zing up my arm from that fleeting touch.
I’ve only experienced that feeling once before, and that was bad timing, too. It was an ill-fated date I went on the day before my first deployment. I’ve regretted not acting on that attraction a thousand times since then. First, during the lonely nights of my deployment, and then in the tiny bed in Mistress’s maid’s quarters.
This situation is more impossible than two soldiers being shipped out to different hemispheres the following day. In my current scenario, one of us might have to kill the other tomorrow.
His gaze is penetrating mine, probably searching to see if I’m feeling the attraction, too.
“The situation is ridiculous,” I whisper.
“Aye.” His knuckles stroke my cheek, the touch gentler than you imagine could come from a huge, muscled gladiator. His unbound cock brushes my belly, then slaps it with an urgent, reflexive thump. I guess I could remove his cloth from my ankle and ask him to put it where it belongs. But I won’t.
“If we do this, it will be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done,” I say. And I’m right, even stupider than what I did that got me forced intoThe Game.
“Not for me,” his breath fans my cheek.
Maybe it’s the serious look of longing in his ice-blue eyes, or maybe it’s the sincerity of his words, but I move out of the “undecided” camp and land firmly on a decision. I turn my face toward his hand and kiss his knuckles.
“This might be the best thing I do before I die,” he whispers as he leans to kiss me.
