Off…

You were with the others, marking the palace you all and the British SAS were planning to invade because of Saddam Hussein. You used a ruler to measure the distance from where you where to the palace…*

— “8 inches…”

You started doing the math in your head, since every inch on the ruler meant a few hundred miles, and two arms wrapped around you, whoever it was, he smelled of smoke, and he purred lowly.

— “It’s a bit bigger, darlin…”