Fuck. His life was now upside down because of a woman, because Mason’s girlfriend. Can’t fuck believe that. Her perfume, her voice. Three nights in a row that his hand doesn’t rest thinking how good you would be riding him, feeling his mouth on every inch of your body, moaning his name.

Woods doesn’t even know how that started. Love at first sight? He’s a fucking veteran of war, love wasn’t in his plans. In his training.

Yet it happen. He wasn’t himself when you were near. He was someone else, more controlled, more happy, more fulfilled. And you both just had normal banter and chit chat. Friends, just it. How he wished that it was more than that.

That was one of those damn nights. A cigar in one of his hands and an almost empty whisky glass on another.

He knew where you were lived. You both were just friends? Paying you a visit had no problem at all, right?

After finishing his smoke and drink, all that take him were some minutes to ring your doorbell.