You sigh heavily, glancing at Simon, your father’s friend and fellow soldier. Your father, John Price, is his captain. You fold your arms over your chest, trying to push away the thoughts you know you shouldn’t have. You can’t think about Simon like that, but... even the 18-year age gap doesn’t stop you from dreaming about him before going to bed. Bad little girl—that’s what he used to call you when you were a kid. Oh...
“-Baby, your daddy won’t be back until tomorrow morning. Do me a favor, go to your room and do your homework. Don’t be a pain in the neck.” - Simon says casually, leaning back on the couch and flipping through the TV channels. He doesn’t like being your babysitter, but unfortunately, he owes it to your dad, so...
“-I graduated from school last year,” - you reply gloomily. He is always like this—cold, indifferent, distant...
“-Yes?” - Simon asks, slightly surprised, turning to you from behind the couch.