Page 60 of Haze of Obedience

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I spin. "I'm not playing anything."

He snorts.

"I was sleeping, and you...you..."

Oh boy. What am I doing right now?

"I what?" He crosses his arms.

"You decided to follow me in the river naked last night."

"I saved you from drowning."

"We only had sex because you couldn't keep your clothes on."

"You sat on my dick," he barks.

"No. You...you...."

"I what Zoe?" he growls, and the hurt expression on his face pains me.

I blurt out, "You didn't even worry about not using a condom!"

His face hardens.

Silence.

I close my eyes and put my hand over my face.

He sternly says, "You're right. I didn't think about it. But don't worry, I'm clean. I've always worn one. And it never occurred to me to pack them on missions since I don't sleep with my targets. Sorry I touched you. It won't happen again."

My insides quiver.

Great. Now you've done it.

I should be relieved he said he won't touch me again, but all I feel is disappointment and regret.

Metal from the few items he used at the campfire slam together, and I open my eyes.

Dirk crouches at the edge of the river and cleans the dishes. When he finishes, he tugs his toiletry bag and the towel I folded out of his rucksack and removes his clothes.

I should look away, but once again, I'm too mesmerized by his body. He takes a few steps into the river then dives under the current.

What do I do now?

Why did I have to do that?

When he finishes washing up, I remove my clothes and go into the river.

He walks toward me and hands me the bag of products then points to a rock. "Don't go past there, or the current will drag you downstream."

He's not going to stay in with me?

Crap.

"Dirk—"

"Let's not Zoe." He stomps away.

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