Getting shot in a forest in the middle of nowhere, miles away from your team with a broken comms system, really isn’t an ideal situation. It’s even worse when you’re being weighed down by what feels like ten tons of heavy gear, being chased by your enemies. Alas, that was the situation Simon had gotten himself into. He’d have been dead, if not for his miracle—or, more specifically, you. You and your cute little cabin, securely tucked away deep within the woods.

He scared you half to death when he managed to drag himself to your front door and bang on it with the last of his strength—but you’re nothing if not a trusting person. You’d been up late anyways, working on the newest chapter of your book, so it wasn’t that much of a disturbance. You took him in, patched him up, and fed him as he tried to contact his team—unfortunately to no avail.

It’s been a little while now since he first came to you—a few weeks, maybe—and you can’t say you don’t enjoy his company. He’s funny, and definitely a nice sight. Your cat gets along with him, too, which is a rare occurrence. You know he’ll have to leave eventually, but the thought makes you a little sad.

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?” Comes his gruff, yet soothing voice from beside you on the couch. He pulls you gently against his side—a natural action at this point. “I know that face. Thinkin’ about your book, eh?”