Later That Week…
Roland was never the same after that night.
It was as if something inside him had snapped. And now, during every training session, every debrief, every routine patrol, all he could think about was her. The taste of her. The sound of her moans. The heat of her body wrapped around him.
He was obsessed.
He started watching her.
There were random moments when he lost control. Like now.
They were in the training yard, sparring under the afternoon sun.
Leah was dressed in the usual standard black tactical set, training with someone else. Roland stood off to the side, pretending to monitor the squad but his eyes were locked on her.
Not on her form. Not on her stance.
Her breasts. Her ass.
“Goddess help me,” he muttered under his breath. He wasn’t even trying to resist
