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Rinse and repeat.

I was told once that fighter pilots would do this as a way to fall asleep quickly so they could be refreshed the next time they were needed to fly.

My body feels heavier, my muscles relaxed as I give in to my exhaustion.

I imagine myself smiling for the win, but my face is too lax to make any physical movements.

Flashes of memories, both from war and from my past with Zayne, tangle together in my mind, but I'm beyond the point of being able to control where I'm taken. Instead of fighting it, I give in.

Chapter 21

Zayne

I've experienced a lot of terrible shit in my life. I've borne witness to some of the most heinous acts people are capable of committing against each other.

I'm no stranger to nightmares due to my trauma. Hell, a repeat nightmare I have is witnessing my sister being beaten to death in jail. Despite not being there when it happened, my mind has been creative enough to fill in the blanks left in the incident report I've read. It eats me alive, and the fear of having to witness her final moments in my dreams has often kept me up, afraid to go to sleep.

I know Zeus has seen some shit, too. You don't get shot and not feel some sort of way about it. You don't go through that much pain and expect your psyche to leave it in the past. It's just not possible.

I would understand if it were sounds of fear, whimpering, or even shouts of pain coming from his room, but those weren't the noises that drew me out of my room a few minutes ago.

With my ear pressed to his bedroom door, I know now there's no mistaking what I'm hearing.

If I weren't positive no one else has entered this house, I'd swear he was in there fucking the hell out of someone.

The noises of pleasure, whispers of how good he feels, sink lower inside of me, lengthening and filling my cock in a way that makes it nearly impossible to ignore.

As punishment, I don't even bother reaching for the traitor. I already know that gripping him in my palm, giving him a few strokes, hell, even taking myself all the way would seem second best at what I know Zeus would be capable of making me feel. I've never really been the type to settle for second best, so why start today?

I feel like a complete creep, but more than that, I'm intrigued by what I would find if I opened the door.

That thought makes me take a step back, pressing my hand to the coldness on my cheek from where it had been pressed against the door.

The man has a right to his privacy, and I have no entitlement to know what he does on his own time.

Turning to walk away seems impossible, but somehow I manage to twist, my feet angling toward my room, knowing I'm going to have to press a pillow over my ears to keep from hearing the noises he's making. Even then, I have no doubt my mind will take over at that point.

Escaping him seems even more impossible now.

I'm fully committed to giving the man privacy, glancing over my shoulder toward the living room, wondering if the listening device The League planted is picking any of this shit up when I hear it.

I tilt my head, fully aware that my mind could be playing tricks on me, but then I hear it a second time, the whisper of my name.

My eyes dart back to the door.

A third time.

Zayne comes out of the room with even more urgency than before.

As much as I would've assured someone this happening would be the best thing in my life, that man thinking of me in that way, it's also impossibly dangerous for the job we're in the middle of right now.

There's a fucking reason why people who sleepwalk and shit are discharged from the military. Controlling yourself at all times is imperative to the kind of jobs that are expected of you, and this situation is no different.

Indignant and a little giddy at being given the opportunity, I reach for the doorknob, twisting it before shoving the damn door open.

I fully expected to see the man sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking himself. If I let myself think about it long enough, I would've bet money he also had a snarl on his face because he was pissed I was in his head at all.

But that isn't how I find my old friend.