Briggs Saint James lives fighting for his country. His love for serving his country runs in his blood, it has made him a strong fighter and headstrong individual. But when it comes to a woman or finding the one, he's not there. He'd rather fight wit...
Carter Masters is one of the three men who survived there whole fleet being taken out. He lost one of his legs; he will be getting a prosthetic leg. He's 26, a smart-mouthed and bad tempted man after his last mission, which not only changed him physically but mentally. He is trying not to let his new circumstance keep him down.
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Shit, my eyes scanned Briggs's body. He wasn't wearing a shirt. Before I could hide my gawking expression, he looked up. "Hey!" I hear him speak, but my mind is still lost in what I am looking at—sexy muscle man in my sister's kitchen. His chiselled body had my body nearly going off like a missile.
Move body; move legs, I tell myself move. I finally make my body cooperate and move towards the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. I suddenly feel awkwardly apprehensive that he saw me look not my best when he looked like a freaking masterpiece.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "I stayed the night I thought I would make breakfast."
"Oh, you don't have to do that. Sit, sit, sit." I said as I made my body moved in front of the stove. I swiped my hair off my shoulder and nudged him with my hip to move him out of the way.
"How are you feeling?" Briggs asked me.
"My face hurts, and I feel like shit, but I have to get to work. I slept in."
"Why don't you call in?"
"Seriously?" I laugh in a scuffing tone, knowing I can't miss my first day back since being rehired.
"You don't look so hot." His eyes dragged over my body, looking at me in concern.
"Wow, thanks." I take the pan off the stovetop, grab two plates and plate the crispy bacon on our plates.
"Shit, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant you should take it easy." He rubbed his hands over his face.
"Right." I popped two pieces of toast in the toaster; then, I added the scrambled eggs to it. "It's fine. I know I look like shit hell, I feel it." I shrug his comment off and take a few bites of my food.
I couldn't finish it all.
I had to get to work, and Briggs had to get back to his room. I'm sure he's going to get in shit for leaving. He could even be kicked out, which then would leave him without any help.
We head to the centre.
"Babe?" I heard Briggs's voice pulling me out of my overthinking brain.
"Yeah?"
I'm sorry about last night."
I briefly looked over, and he was lost in my eyes.
"Honestly, I don't remember much. It's kind of a blur."
