Chapter 142. Wanton Slut

KAMIL

June 12th, xxxy

The security draft lies forgotten between them, its neat columns of data irrelevant against the heat of Precious beside him . Kamil has been explaining patrol rotations for the past ten minutes, but he's acutely aware that Precious is listening with half an ear at best. 

Those dark eyes keep drifting from the document to his face, lingering on his mouth when he speaks, tracking the movement of his hands as he gestures.

They've been doing this dance for days now—stolen glances, fingers brushing when passing documents, the careful choreography of two people trying to maintain fragile boundaries.

Kamil forces himself to focus on the numbers, anything but the way Precious's tongue bites his upper lip when he's concentrating. Or pretending to concentrate. 

"The eastern perimeter needs reinforcement during the third shift rotation," he continues, his voice rougher than it should be. "I've outlined the additional personnel