He’s pretty problematic and in denial of the pain as we both make ourselves comfortable on the couch, staring right at Corporal Kleo. The doctor gave us the heads up about his condition earlier and after that, silence dominates the both of us.I am still at the process of trying to wrap up things about him, things that he said, and those things that happened in the war. My father, the president, is a really cruel man but Major Sullivan is telling me things, but it felt like he is holding some information.As I poke through our conversation earlier, the images of them shielding each other in order to survive in a war make my mind ache at the possibilities. Then, there is Corporal Neo….Neo who fought hard to live for his sick mother but the fate didn’t favor him well. Major Sullivan is both right and wrong, the war is not his fault. I guess it's not his fault alone. Those blood are in our hands. And that mere thought made me want to crumb

**Part B**His hold on my hair was too tight and demanding, tilting my head in his own control before he slides his wet tongue over the trajectory of my jaw. My heart is pulsating and undeniably aroused at everything, but I was annoyed that he was fully clothed. My arms tugged his clothes away but he only chuckles.“ No show for you,” he demanded causing me to growl in disappointment. Major Sullivan, however, did not disappoint as his kisses drifts lower to my neck until it reaches my blossom.His tongue smooths at the edge as if teasing me wasn’t enough but he wants to torture me, to punish me over something that I clearly want. His hands cupped down my thighs and I panted and groaned as I felt him teasing me there.I felt so wet and exposed. My body is betraying me as it responds to his touch. Another high pitch tone escaped from my lips as I felt him dripped his middle finger inside of me, swirling it in circles and attracting the gus

 “Damn, that was hot. Smoke?”I rolled my eyes and playfully pinch Major Sullivan’s waist as I heard what he said. We just finished devouring each other like a mad animal inside of my room. My legs are splattered all over his abdomen while his back was leaning on my headboard. I was busy catching my breath and staring at the wall at the same time.Major Sullivan didn’t waste time as I saw him get his cigarette from my bedside table and lit it before placing the stick in between his lips.The first puffed of white-grey smoke makes me cringe.“Sanitize my room later,” I instructed because I don’t want the room to be covered his the smell of cigarettes and sex.Not the type to sleep and lay down on my bed. He chuckles as I felt his fingertips drawing circles over my toes. He curls his fingers just enough to outline the shape of my ankle.“ Noted ma’am,” he playfully said t

 There was a moment of silence as I watched Ares from my front door. He was waving his hand and inside of my head, I was rolling my eyes to him from his sudden appearance on my house. A sudden appearance that I clearly don’t want. But then, I can’t just lock him outside because that will clearly build more of his suspicions.Who told him to just appear at my front door? Ruin my breakfast with Major Sullivan and gave me anxiety in my own home?His suspicion makes me feared, for I don’t know what he will do once he knows what I’ve been doing behind his back.When his car droves past my house, I stumped my feet into the ground and just looked over the man who is still hiding under my dining table. Another bastard man who made me squirm in front of someone.“ You can come out now,” I said as I walk over to the dining table and clean the utensils that Ares used.He told me that he wants to spend breakfast

“ Are you out of your mind?” Ares screams and I flinch when I felt my arm stinging because of the shattered glass.Earlier today, he dragged me out of the house and told me that we are going out. He’s taking me on a date and I don’t know why I agreed upon hearing that. Part of me wanted to be out of the house because I always find myself lurking around the last sentence that I’ve just read from the diary of the late senator.He finally did it. Those words seem to mean something and I don’t want to think about the possibilities of what Major Sullivan did. Moreover, the burnt pages bothered me to the extremity. It’s like the pages are intentionally burnt so no one can ever read what was written on it.Ares and I are sitting outside of the pub and grill but I accidentally lose my grip on the glass. He hissed as he held my arm and inspect my bruise.“ It’s nothing,” I shivered at his touch because it