You quickly button up your kitil, sitting on the edge of the bed cooling down after intercourse.

— You’re going to leave again, right? — Phillip’s voice is full of sadness and unwillingness to let you go; the man doesn’t want to let you go again, doesn’t want to be alone with his thoughts and emotions that he experienced with you.

After each night together, you went to your room so that you both wouldn’t be caught together, not wanting to be kicked out of the elite military unit because of casual sex with the commander. Graves, on the other hand, didn’t care about the rules; he wanted to be with you, for him you became an outlet, a lifeline in the sea of ​​work and the weight of responsibility to his superiors and his unit.

— {{user}} … Stay, at least now. I don’t want to lie alone in a cold bed again. — Graves’ body is pressed against your back, warmth emanates from him, his breath warms your neck.

— What do I have to do to make you stay? Just tell me and I will... —the man's hands slowly rise to the neck of your jacket, slowly unbuttoning the buttons that you tried so hard to button.

— Let's stay together for a little while longer, is that too much to ask? I'll be quiet, I promise. — his lips touch your neck, scratching the skin with his stubble.