She’s a sight for sore eyes.
“Commander.”
“Doctor.”
She steps forward, slides her arms around my neck, and pulls me into the apartment.
The door clicks shut behind us.
I get my hands on her waist through the thin cotton and back her up against the wall in the entryway. Her body is warm under the shirt. Her thighs are bare against the fronts of mine. I dip my head, and she lifts her chin to meet me. Her mouth opens under mine. She tastes like toothpaste.
I grab the hem of the T-shirt in both hands and drag it up. She lifts her arms for me without breaking the kiss, only for as long as it takes me to pull it over her head, and then her mouth is back on mine.
I shouldn’t do this, but I can’t help myself.
One last night before everything goes to hell.
