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Her shriek of laughter was cut off when I pressed my lips to hers after yanking her across the bed.
“Why don’t you like to cuddle?” I asked, finally voicing the words that I’d been meaning to ask since she started sleeping in my bed.
She ran her fingers along my scruffy jaw and said, “Because you don’t like to cuddle. I could take it or leave it…but since you’re okay with not touching while we sleep, so am I.”
I pressed a kiss to her mouth, another hard one.
“What makes you think I don’t like to cuddle?” I challenged her.
She practically rolled her eyes.
“Because when we get in bed, you go to your side, I go to mine, and you don’t try to pull me to you. Plus, throughout the night, we don’t even gravitate to each other. If you wanted to cuddle, I don’t think there is anything in this world that I could do to keep you away from me,” she explained.
I sighed and brushed the hair off of her face. “You’re right. I’m inherently hot. All the time. Cuddling makes me sweat.” I paused. “But that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t cuddle you if you wanted it. You’d just have to deal with my sticky body pressing to yours.”
She snickered.
“I think I’m okay,” she said. “When I need you, I’ll find you.”
With those words, she reached up, pressed a kiss to my surprised mouth, then rolled back to her side. “’Night, Lock.”
I tugged her covers up to her chin and said, “’Night, baby.”
Chapter 11
Not to be dramatic, but it’s only fucking Tuesday.
-Lock’s secret thoughts
Lock
“We have a new guy starting today.” Captain Morgan dropped his booted feet to the ground beside his desk. “I want you all to welcome him. Treat him like you would any of the rest of the guys here. But also, swear to Christ, don’t stare at him.”
I frowned.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. “And is this the one that was supposed to start months ago but never showed?”
Captain Morgan rubbed his tired face.
“Yes,” he confirmed. “Man suffered from some severe PTSD. Plus, he had a bit of recovering to do that they didn’t realize he had to do.”
“They?” I asked.
“The doctors that released him for duty.” He paused. “He’s healthy. Just…for God’s sake, don’t stare at him.”
It wasn’t until I was standing in the hall waiting for my partner for the day that I realized what he meant.
The man heading my way was tall, broad-shouldered, and looked strong.
That was until he came closer and I could see his face.
It was fucked. Up.
The man had scars all along his body. On his hands. Every inch of exposed skin. Hell, he even had scars on his head. The black of his hair was doing a fairly good job at concealing those, though.
The rest, though?
Not so much.
