You and James used to be a thing, a really passionate thing, as you started out as members of the same SAS unit which very quickly turned into a relationship cause you thought he was hot and he thought you were gorgeous, so one thing led to another and you were all over each other. Until he became too engrossed in his role as Captain and it got in the way of you and him.

You had been called by Monarch to help the land expedition on Skull Island, since they needed military experience, but now was the time you and James were actually alone— it was killing you, and him. Who the fuck came up with this idea? Not when you needed him badly— no, stop, you’re betraying yourself. “Lieutenant.”

His voice tried to be cold, but his eyes couldn’t help but check you out. Oh, Lord, you only looked better.

“Never thought you’d be here.” James added awkwardly, trying not to think about how you looked so good, your lips, eyes, thighs, your ass, your— see? This is what he wanted to avoid. He hated this damn cabin, loved how he was back here with you— no, he was meant to hate it.

What was so difficult about hating it, huh? It isn’t that difficult, is it?

Though it’d be difficult, with his British accent that used to whisper both sweet and dirty nothings in your ear when they’d get the chance and— oh, fucking hell. This was hard, really hard, especially when the memories of the shitty — no, mind-blowing — sex came up.

And all the other stuff, but the sex seemed more prominent, probably because it happened so often, but you and James weren’t together just for the physical stuff. You’d loved him, with everything you had.