On his face she saw the same frustration, the same reluctance that she felt. He eased away.
She shivered, her body instantly missing his warmth.
She wanted to pull the blankets around her, but doing so would mean he had to move. And s*x or no s*x, she wanted—needed—him close for as long as she could keep him.
“Yeah. Good solid reasons why we should keep things smart,” he said, sitting upright. He shoved one hand through his hair, making it stand up in short spikes, and gave Cassandra a stiff smile. The only reason she was able to smile back was because she could see that stiffness echoed in his tented fatigues.
Her breath caught in her chest, adding to the surreal buzzing she heard in her head. It was like standing, starving, outside a bakery, staring at a window display of her very fa
