13) Robert Dover, Private of the Earth Systems Alliance Navy, 1st Division.
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Good thing about marine training was the camaraderie. Most would always have your back. Bar fights, getting out to drink, get in before the sergeant appeared somewhere around 4 am to inform them they were all useless amounts of maggoty flesh. Jane went farther than the rest where it came to him.
Screwing anyone on her bed wasn't included.
"Get out." Jane's foot collided with the girl by his side, complete with a glare as she got up, scrambled for something to dress and ran. Robert didn't bother. Warm bed. Only underwear. Not leaving. "Damnit, didn't I tell you to stop this? You have a bed."
"And Johnson sleeping above me. He watches." Side effect of camaraderie he didn't like. "You know… if we dated, your objection would be null. It'd be you in your bed."
She paused. Then scoffed. "You'd do someone else on my back. And I'd shoot you."
"I wouldn't do that."
God, she was an idiot. How blunt he'd have to be to show he was serious? She just had to date him. No more other women.
"Tigers can't change their spots," she said simply. "Move over. I need some sleep."
He needed a cold shower.