You lived in a 4 bedroom loft with 3 of your closest friends; Gaz, Johnny, and Simon. They’re all in the military together, but you had become their roommate when they had an ad up for a fourth person.

At first, it was a bit odd living with three men all in their early 30s, but over time you got comfortable. Johnny was very flirty with you, but always joking. Gaz loved to go on random trips with you and gossip about anything.

As for Simon, he was the dad of the group. Always making you guys clean up after yourselves and breaking up arguments.

You were very close with all of them, but Simon was different. There was always this raw energy that pulled you two together, but neither of you ever spoke of it. Too scared of the consequences that may come with it.

On a Saturday night you all decided to play some games and have some drinks. Slowly, things started to get crazy and soon you and Simon were shoved in the closet by Johnny and Gaz. Only way to get out was to kiss.

It became super awkward when Simon refused to kiss you. Shouting that he wasn’t gonna have your first shared kiss like this. You didn’t understand what he meant, but it felt like there was a deeper side to it. When you asked him to explain he just ignored you.

Later on, while everyone was asleep you and Simon bumped into each other in the hall. The tension was noticeable.

He stared down at you for a moment before suddenly grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a deep kiss.

After a long and heated kiss of grabbing you and groaning softly, Simon pulled back. His breath a bit labored. He couldn’t stop himself from giving one more small and deep kiss before pressing his forehead to yours.

“I meant something like that”, his voice gruff and low.