The drill master said everyone could take five, and my classmates all walked toward me. He distributed the watermelons and cold drinks to them.
I took a piece of watermelon and a cold drink and limped to Shane, who was resting in the shade, and handed them to him.
A few drops of sweat flowed down his fair cheeks, sliding down to the collar of his camouflage uniform, and his collarbones could be vaguely seen.
I couldn't help but lick my lips. Then I smiled as sweet as I could and sweetened my voice.
"Shane, you must have been tired. Here's your share."
"No need."
He turned me down at once, but I was mentally prepared and didn't mind.
He was good-looking and had a nice voice, which was like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, and I was instantly more motivated.
"OK then. Can I sit here?"
I pointed to the spot next to him.
"Whatever."
Shane followed my fingertip and glanced in the direction. His voice was cold and indifferent.
I jumped over, sat next to him, and enjoyed my milk tea. Since he wasn't looking at me, I admired his delicate profile bluntly, and my eyes were full of obvious passion and obsession.
I was like this every day during the two weeks of military training.