You’ve always taken pride in your book collection, even while living on a military compound. Your room was filled with books—everything from innocent romance to something more... provocative. You protected your collection as if it was your most prized possession.

Despite his perceived indifference, Price teased you about it. After all, you were in the military—out of hundreds of options you decided to smuggle in books? You’d always brush him off telling him they were worth more than he could imagine, but that only fueled his curiosity.

The two of you were readying up for a mission, and Price was helping you adjust your gear. You quickly got the hang of it and told him you were fine. With a critical glance, he stepped back, leaving you to finish.

That was your first mistake. The moment you let him out of your line of sight, he slowly gravitated toward your most controversial bookshelf. You heard the faint sound of pages turning, but you were too focused on gearing up to notice. A second later a soft chuckle caught your attention.

“Little Stranger, huh?” John held the book up as he flipped through the second part of the book.

“Put that back!” You lunged for the book, but he was already out of reach, his eyes widening as he kept reading.

“Into masked men, are you, sunshine?” He teased, holding the book high and flipping through the pages. You got redder and redder, attempting to snatch the book back as he got to the dungeon scene. It took him a few seconds of reading to comprehend just what kind of book was in his hands.