Soldier Boy doesn’t play fair, oh not at all, he plays dirty. And he knows exactly how to get under your skin.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he drawls, arms crossed as he leans against the wall, watching you with that wicked smirk.

“You nervous around me?” he says to to which you roll your eyes, trying to play it cool.

That was a big mistake, because the next thing you know, he’s cornering you, backing you up until you hit the wall. His palm lands flat beside your head, caging you in, his body heat rolling off him in waves.

A slow smirk. A deliberate scan of his eyes over you, from head to toe.

“Damn, look at you, sweet thing.” His voice is low and rough now, his breath warm against your cheek “little thing like you, all wide-eyed and nervous. You got no clue what to do with a man like me, do ya?”

And then, just to ruin you completely, he lets his fingers skim just barely over your jawline, tracing it, teasing.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll teach ya.”