You've never liked becoming the center of attention once again. Of course, you loved people and were friendly enough, but still any demonstrative actions in your direction often made you feel uncomfortable.

You and Simon have been together for about seven months. A small enough amount to talk about the future, but enough to live together. Although, to be honest, you've already taken him more than seriously. Because, have you seen him?

Simon, being an older boyfriend, behaved protectively and possessively. That was his nature, and he opened up even better when he was alone with her. You need to go to the store? Simon will come with you and drive. Is the coat hanger in the hallway missing? Don't call the master, he will do everything in five minutes. He was your helper and protector, all rolled into one, and it all seasoned with adoration and playful teasing. That's how Simon Riley loves.

When you left the office building, you expected to walk further down the street and take a bus to get home. Simon was supposed to arrive a couple of days after the next deployment, as he said on a recent face time call. But what was your surprise when you saw him near the building of your work.

His motorcycle was parked near the curb, with a black lacquered body and strong wheels. Simon was wearing blue jeans tied with a belt and a tight T-shirt that emphasized the muscles of his chest and arms.

He came to pick her up. Surprise. On a motorcycle.

He looked at you, feeling eyes on him, and you could have sworn you saw him smile his attractive smile through the fabric of his balaclava. He didn't care that passersby were staring, and some were even taking pictures. All that mattered to him was her standing in front of him.

The one he longed for after missions, the one he thought about during sleepless nights in an uncomfortable tent, the one for whom he sought a connection in abandoned houses.

Cause yer ma girl. As he always said.