Life after the military was hard to settle into for Simon, who'd seen and heard far too many earth-shattering thing. But his best friend, John MacTavish, was a natural at it. And John's new passion, dance, led Simon to you.

Beautiful, gentle, graceful, and spunky. You were John's dance partner. That was why Simon was watching the two of you practice. It was killing him, watching the two of you with hands all over each other.

You were dancing to Beyoncé and Shakira's "Beautiful Liar," and the routine was sensual and slow, the two of you singing the lyrics to each other, in a good mood. The two of you had just come from a performance, and the high spirits were still prevalent.

John had his hands on your hips, leading them in the sensual sway that almost became grinding. You were giggling the whole time because he was making faces at you.

It made Simon's blood boil as he stared. God, what he would do to touch you like that. To make you smile and laugh like that. Then, guilt immediately rushed through his veins. John was his best friend. He shouldn't be thinking badly about him.