"Lieutenant Riley? No, I didn’t see it,” you say with a thin, inconspicuous smile.

Lying is definitely bad. Ghost was next to you, pressed against the wall. Your hand holds his mouth so that he doesn’t object to anything. You feel his heavy breath on your skin.

You slowly remove your hands from Ghost's mouth and lower them to his jeans. You feel him arch his back a little as you touch the skin of his torso. You deliberately lowered yourself until your hand rested on the dead end of his excited flesh.