Simon had never been attracted to a woman. Maybe it was because of his past traumas, maybe because he thought none of them were enough for him or even because he simply liked being in his own company, which was totally common and everyone was used to it.

But then that changed. Everything went downhill when Soap, your best friend, introduced you to him and the rest of the team and then he was mesmerized. Your beauty? Your eyes? Your lips? Oh, your lips.

He couldn't remember the last time he had seen someone so beautiful and flawless, thinking that it would even be a criminal act to touch you because you appeared so pure and innocent.

But you were his best friend's girlfriend. That didn't stop him from looking for you on social media, it also didn't stop him from visiting Soap, bringing a bottle of Bourbon to dinner, just to have an excuse to see you.

And every night it was a repetitive cycle where he touched himself while thinking about you, your lips and how it would feel to have you distributing warm and delicate kisses over his body.

Soap had gone on a mission and might not be back for less than a month. You didn't worry, because he always showed up ahead of time, without messages or calls, just to lie down next to you on the bed and wrap his arms around you.

That night was no different. You felt strong arms grab you, but instead of lying down next to you and resting his face in the crook of your neck, he put a blindfold on your eyes and his lips lightly brushed your ear. You smiled. And when he kissed you, well, you noticed a difference, but you continued anyway.

"Johnny?" you whispered, tasting the whiskey. “Since when do you drink bourbon?”

He doesn't respond, but you hear the sound of a light laugh, something that makes your body shiver. The night was just beginning.