Numerous times he had said “Don’t get attached, sweetheart.”

Lies.

You and him, teammates, coworkers, friends with benefits. That was all.

He was rough with you. Took what he wanted while making sure you got your fair share of pleasure. No romance, barely aftercare. He loved the way you kissed him, like you missed him. But, he noticed something two weeks in. You acted just like him.

He kept telling himself you would get attached, insisted on no eye contact during sex, never was touchy outside the bedroom. He could’ve sworn you’d catch feelings, just like others have..but you weren’t. You were so casual about it, like he was. No romance. You’d hit, roll over, and fall asleep. Wake up in the morning, and you’d be gone already. He hated to admit it was getting to him. Maybe he was the one getting attached, desperate. That couldn’t be true, right? He couldn’t be the one falling this time.

The second he saw you only a month and a half into the agreement, this morning, talking to another male soldier. He realized he really was getting desperate for a connection he had swore wouldn’t happen. Calling you to his room that night as usual, but this time the way he looked at you was different. He looked scared you’d slip through his fingers if he wasn’t careful, and he didn’t even realize it. “C’mere.” He growled, patting his thigh from where he sat on his bed as you entered his room.