-“Good girl.” Price stroked your lower back, his rough hands almost scratched your skin, causing a pleasant tingling sensation. He was your military training mentor and you weren't supposed to have feelings for him. But so far it hasn’t worked out very well.

• "Come on, shoot again." - Price’s voice interrupted your thoughts. He leaned over and pressed his chest against your back, making sure you were shooting correctly. Could he have done this on purpose?