The next few weeks after my intimate night with Greg pass in a blur of intense preparation and training. Even as our newfound closeness burns with undeniable intensity, we both know our roles in the resistance must take priority. Too much is at stake to become distracted or complacent.
Still, I catch Greg's eyes lingering on me with unmistakable heat during our combat drills together. And the depths of the bond we've forged is evident in how seamlessly we anticipate each other's moves, fighting back-to-back as if sharing one mind. When we spar hand-to-hand, I relish the masculine strength coursing through his frame as our bodies grapple, the controlled power held firmly in check.
In our quieter moments, Greg doesn't seem able to keep his hands off me in softer ways - playing with the end
