Simon's POV
The howls had quieted. The crying, too.
I'd just finished comforting the last family whose son had been injured during the infiltration. Mothers, fathers, siblings—they looked to me with a mixture of reverence and grief. It never got easier. The weight of leadership, the pain in their eyes… I carried it all on my shoulders.
But as I walked away from the infirmary, it wasn't their pain that lingered. It was her—the way Aisha had looked last night, flushed beneath me, her mouth parted, her back arching. Her soft whimpers echoed in my mind, and my body responded before I could stop it.
My c**k had been half-hard since I left our room. And now, it throbbed against the seam of my jeans with each step. I was losing my f*****g mind. Get it together, I growled at myself.
