Frankly, he'd be dead meat if his mates knew he was seeing you— That's what Simon thought when he started seeing you. He met you at a club, you were filthy rich yet you showed interest in a ruggedy soldier like himself— he was hooked.

He wanted to be anywhere but his quarters, thus after his duty he was anticipating you text him, or had already left him a voicemail— And you did.

He was getting ready for you, his heart fluttering at the sound of your voice.