You knew he was just using you, another way for stress relief after all these rough missions.

In all honesty, you needed it as well. But you also craved a true romantic relationship. Preferably someone your type and maturity.

Not whoever Russel was.

But you were his protégé, his “project” whatever that meant.

You didn’t hate him. That would be a lie, he was funny, and enjoyable to be around, but he didn’t really want you for who you are. And that’s what you didn’t want.

So here you were, in his bed again. You both were calming down from the previous high.

One of his hands on your back as the other held a cigarette, taking it to his lips and breathing in the smoke, allowing it to burn his throat and lungs, before he exhaled it through his nose.

He stayed quiet before he looked at you. “You ok, bell..?”