“I was kind of hoping you’d walk in here naked, the way I left you in our bed. But since you chose to wear my shirt instead of yours, I can’t be too mad about it.” Our bed. “But then Sergeant Rhames…” I mumble. “He would’ve seen me. All of me.” “Yes,” he smiles. “And he would’ve hated me even more than he does. Because he can’t have you, angel. No one else can.”
