Page 77 of The Sniper
Josh has given me until Monday, but I already know what I’m going to do.
What I do beyond resigning, I have no idea.
I’ve left the Air Force; my sniper career is over.The PTSD I left with hinders my ability to undertake even low-level security tasks.Guess I should ring the HR team at McDonald's.
“I’ve got to go.”I take in the woman I spent the evening pleasuring.How my body felt against hers as I explored every inch of her soft skin.The way she arched at my touch, moaned her needs and desires.
Screamed, fell apart, then clenched around my cock as she took me into her mouth and ripped another orgasm from me.
Tiny creases around her lips have me lifting my hand and rubbing my thumb over them.Big eyes lift, a flash of hope.
Hope that’s about to die.
“You were amazing,” I rasp, stealing this last moment.
Her eyes fill, but I can’t stay.I can’t fix this or change it.I am not worthy of this woman, nor can I protect her.
That’s who I am: a protector.
As I feel my heart crack, I walk to the door, open it and stride down the hall.
Then out the door.
She’s safer without me.
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ON MY WAY home I ringLiam.
“Need to delay our catch up,” I say when he answers.
“Dude, we need to talk,” Liam presses.
“A lot has happened.I need to get some sleep,” I say and hang up.
He’ll hear the gossip from the boys in the BHS gym when he gets to the office.I don’t have anything to give anyone right now.
I need a shower, then sleep.
I turn up the stereo so that I stay awake as I drive and tune out my endless, self-berating thoughts.
