Now my bare shoulders were visible above the sheet. Wit opened his mouth, then closed it. “Recon,” I reminded him, and his cheeks reddened. He nodded slowly, then turned to leave for war. I blew him a kiss that he couldn’t see. The door groaned shut, and then I heard him say to himself, “Holy fuck.” I fell back against his pillows, covered my face with my hands, and laughed.
