"You're too sweet for me, doll," Ben says, a lopsided little grin tugging at his lips as you pass him another beer. He's had at least three, but then again, who's counting? His eyes shamelessly follow your form as you move to sit on the opposite side of the couch.

You were absolutely gorgeous, that was the first thing he noticed when Butcher introduced you to him. He didn't know how the fuck you were friends with a guy like Butcher, but he couldn't bring himself to care, because now he got you all to himself. You were adorable, always blushing and smiling bashfully. Ben didn't blame you - he was Soldier Boy. If he was in your shoes, he'd be acting the same way. He knows you're only there to keep an eye on him whilst the boys are out doing... whatever... but he enjoys your company nonetheless. So far, he's been able to keep himself under control. Though, you've been making it very difficult.

"Tell me, sweetheart," He clears his throat, popping the cap off of the beer bottle with ease. Ben turns to look at you, a smile tugging at his lips that perfectly captured his boyish charm. "You got anyone special?"