He attacked me the moment I opened the door, my combat training no match for his superior strength and determination. He knocked me down. The cold tile floor chilled me through my fatigues as I struggled in his hold.
I knew it was over when the second attacker arrived.
I did what I’d never condone from the men under my command. I surrendered.
In the tornado of slobbering kisses and wagging tails, I surrendered to love.