If he inches closer, the tiny space that separates us will be gone, and I’ll get to taste those lips—
What the…
No.
“What are you doing, Captain?” I whisper so low, I wouldn’t be surprised if he can’t hear me, and for a moment, I think he doesn’t.
Or I wish he doesn’t.
Just then, his thumb and forefinger squeeze my chin until I wince.
“That’s what I’d like to ask, Lipovsky. What the f**k did you think you were doing back there? Did I or did I not tell you not to put yourself in danger?”
“I…had no other choice. He was smart enough not to have fallen for a stick or a rifle. It smelled like a trap, even to me.”
“This f*****g—” He cuts himself off and breathes evenly. “You defied direct orders, and you’ll be punished for it.”
“Come on! I got us the guy…”
I trail off when he glares at
