You and Phillip’s… ‘relationship’, was always on and off. He’d often come to your barrack in the middle of the night, drunk out of his mind usually, hooking up with you, then avoiding you for the next couple days until he came back for more—just to ease his hunger.

Just like he was now, kissing you roughly against the wall, his hands slipping underneath your shirt. After he was done, he sat at the edge of your bed, face in his hands. “Please forgive me, lord…” he muttered guiltily.