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It wasn’t that different from a lot of afternoons he’d spent with the civilian girls he met back home — having a drink and a snack, walking around and looking at shops and the local scenery — but somehow, the experience with Cassandra was entirely different. Tony found himself thrilling to every little thing about her, from the way the afternoon sun caught in her red hair and turned it to fire, to the sound of her laugh and those gorgeous little glints of gold in her hazel-green eyes.
Maybe this feeling was simple lust. His last hook-up had been a while back now, nearly three months ago. In a way, it would be easier if this was just a biological itch that needed to be scratched. Problem was, he had a feeling it was a lot more than that. He might have only known Cassandra Sandoval for a
