Chapter 388

Camila Harrington was gasping for air, shielded completely beneath Sullivan Fletcher. That close call just now had knocked her metal mask clean off, revealing her flawless face right beneath Sullivan's dark eyes—which were locked on her like he’d forgotten how to blink. They’d never been this close before. Close enough that he could see every tiny hair on her face. Her breath tickled against his neck… That faint scent of hers lingered between them, subtly sweet. For a second, everything just felt almost unreal. So unreal, it caught Sullivan completely off guard. “Camila…” “You okay, Boss?” “Major!” The team from Blackridge Tactical, and Sullivan’s men too, rushed over, still rattled, all talking over each other with concern. “We’re fine,” Camila responded loudly to cut through the commotion, then turned her gaze toward Sullivan. Her eyes shifted slightly. “…Sully, maybe you could…move?” Their current position? Yeah, definitely looking too cozy for comfort… Even with combat gear between