CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
KENNEDY
I couldn’t f*****g believe it.
Seriously. The irony. The one time in my life I actually thought about settling down. Forming a deep and meaningful relationship. Exploring something more than s*x with someone, and she claimed to only want s*x.
The thing was–I didn’t believe her.
Not after our talk the other day about me not being with anyone since the first night we spent together overseas. Not since our trip to California. I’d met her parents, knew her backstory. Knew why she pushed and did everything to prove herself competent and worthy. Since then, s*x with her felt different. Better. Beyond Intimate.
As I stared at her closed door, I knew. She was running. Just like she’d run after Qatar. Sure, we were deployed, and our time hadn’t been our own. We had o
