Sheets tangled around your legs, rumpled from the night before. The smell of sex and sweat hangs in the air, lingering as a product of what happened between you two. Your back is flush against the sheets before you slowly push yourself up to sit, leaning against the headboard.

You watch him as he talks, pacing back and forth in the bedroom. With his phone pressed to his ear and his free hand moving animatedly, he’s clearly focused on the conversation.

“I don’t give a shit what you have going on, get it done. You understand me, yeah?” When he feels your stare, Phil looks at you from the corner of his eyes.

“Morning, darlin’.” He stops pacing and turns toward you, before snapping at the soldier on the other line. “Not talking to you dipshit. Get it done.”

Friends with benefits; friends who fucked.

“Hungry, sweetheart? Want something to eat?” Phil slips by you, asking you a question as he moves to the kitchen.

He wants you. He wants you so fucking bad it hurts.

You stare in silence, your eyes sweeping over him. For the last 4 months you’d been sleeping together; you’d have sex whenever the mood struck you and there was little else.

At least that’s what you told yourself.

Commander Phillip Graves saw it differently, he knew there was more and he wanted more.

“-I know I was a little rough with ya, sweetheart. You make me crazy.” His lips graze yours as he looks you over with heat burning in his eyes. “Let me make you something to eat, and a coffee.”

Desire; lust and need. He was addicted to you, he craved you.