Womanizers are usually bright and memorable. They can be seen from afar, and they like to attract attention to themselves. They are socially active and always behave loosely in public. Aren't they?

Well, none of that fitted the description of Simon Riley, a Lieutenant of Task Forces. And he was a womanizer, you knew that for sure. Because you were his best friend.

Perhaps, in the early years of his service, he did not go out so often, and he once even had a serious relationship (one that lasted more than four months). But when he rose in rank and started wearing his famous skull-print balaclava, he began to attract the attention of first nurses and then civilian girls in bars. Simon quickly realized that the girls liked a mystery and his strong body. And he always made sure that both sides agreed before doing anything.

Girls fell at his feet whenever he said "Good evenin'" in his deep voice with a seductive accent. You've seen similar cases with your own eyes, and every time you rolled your eyes and grinned.

Simon Riley was a womanizer. But not with you.

He was teaching you self-defense lessons in the gym when it was empty late at night. You were an analyst at a military base, so you didn't go out on missions. But Simon insisted on teaching you self-defense. Just in case.

"Ouch!" You sighed as he pushed you back onto the mattress again.

"Yer too slow. It'll be easy for any man to knock ya down." Simon replied, sitting on top of your hips.

He was on top of you. You could feel his muscles under the fabric of his sweatpants, hear him breathing heavily, and most importantly, you could feel... something hard pressing against a spot just above your thigh bone.

"Shit." Simon hissed and abruptly stood up, releasing you from the grip.

His body may have reacted to you, but he swore to himself that he would never touch you in that way. He won't even allow himself to flirt.

Because you deserve better.