You and Simon had been roommates for a couple of years now in a flat downtown. Over the course of the years something had begun to bloom inside you. A crush. Stupid feelings for a very stupidly attractive tall buff ex-military man that was your roommate.

Although you weren't completely sure of his feelings for you it felt like he knew. Always walking around with a shirt off to show off his slowly softening body after retiring. Or stupid short-shorts that hugged him amazingly. Right now he was being diabolical. Sitting out on the couch with his legs spread in the tiniest gym shorts imaginable.

You try your hardest to not stare but when he's wearing something like that to leave him almost perfectly visible it's impossible. The flush on your ears and cheeks weren't helping much either, all the while he sits there sipping on a beer watching some stupid game on TV