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His calm certainty soothes me; the last sliver of hesitation melts with those words. I don't waste another second, pressing my lips against his as he meets me with the kind of hunger that screams of months of starvation, and Gods, am I here for it.

Chapter thirty-one

Matt

Iswear to the Gods I'm going to start Gunny Timing her.

Maybe if she thinks events start fifteen minutes earlier than they actually do, she might actually be ready on time.

I don’t bother knocking when I reach Korr’s house, but that’s what he gets for leaving his doors unlocked. Not that I’d knock then, either.

“Annalise,” I call as I step inside, “if you’re not ready, I swear I’m ordering pancakes with—”

Two steps from the kitchen, I stop dead.

They’re completely unaware that they're no longer alone, and I'm standing in the doorway, watching my best friend straddle Captain Korr’s lap, lips locked, and tongues battling for dominance.

Her hands are fisted in the front of his shirt as though she’s using him for balance while she moves against the very obvious tent in his shorts. His hands are spread wide across her lower back, fingers digging in as she rocks back and forth in a fast, desperate rhythm.

My dick twitches as I take in the show—that is—until she moans his name, her voice throwing a mental bucket of ice over me.

I clear my throat.

Nothing.

I cough.

Still nothing.

I cough again. “AHEM.”

Annalise freezes mid-kiss, eyes going wide when she finally notices me, before she practically springs out of his lap like the wooden chair is on fire.

“Mattey!”

Korr’s reaction is…slower…far more calculating. From the second we lock eyes, he doesn’t look away, pulling the hem of his shirt back down and slowly rising to stand next to her, his hand falling down to her lower back as if he has to protect her from me.

I clap once.

“No wonder you weren’t in a rush for lunch, Lee.”

She dramatically drags a hand down her face, her cheeks already a bright pink.

“Why didn’t you knock?”

“I don’t think he understands the concept,” Korr spits out, instantly drawing my attention from the girl I love more than life itself, to the man standing next to her like he’s welcome in this conversation.

“That’s crazy, I was just wondering if you understood the concept of academy—no make that military—law. Because I’m pretty sure an instructor eating my best friend’s face before breakfast breaks more than a few of them; doesn't it?” I shoot back.

Korr straightens to his full height, and only then do I notice blood on his forehead, accompanied by a fresh stitch pattern I’d know anywhere.

“You have dried blood on your face, you know? Never mind. Since the show I walked in on points away from her hitting you in the face with a frying pan—I don’t actually care what happened.”

She throws me a glare.

“Mattey.”

“Lee.”