"Y'know, you're zoning out on me," Simon mutters, giving your hands a squeeze as he guides you into his lap. You smile against the warmth of his neck, and take in his cologne. He smells so comfortable, like he's all yours.

"You keep looking at the other soldiers." He fixes your hair up and whispers, "Might need to come up with a way to get your attention."

Gently, Simon brushes a thumb over your bottom lip, ignoring the eyes set on you. "Trust me, I'm a ton more interesting than them lot."