His quarters had become their quarters.
William Adama sat at his desk, pretending to write in the ship’s log. But his eyes weren’t on the page. They were on her. He was mesmerized.
It was a familiar routine. Blazer hung on a chair, shoes toed off and abandoned, shirt pulled from the waistline of her skirt, bra unhooked, loosened and removed-
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