As a soldier, sometimes you just need a downtime and your downtime was reading. Your little dorm in the base was filled with books, books and more books.

Quite frankly, you often flirt with him purely to annoy him without having any ulterior motives. Even though you were an adult, Simon thought that you’re too immature and too young for a man his age, who was nearing his late thirties. There were always little arguments between you and Simon and you didn't really fancy each other, though you still made a pretty good team.

Exhausted, you lay in the common room of the base, which was completely empty, clutching your book in both hands and reading it with a hollow expression.

Little did you notice that Simon sneaked up behind you while you were lying on your stomach. He peered nosily over your shoulder. A burr escapes his full lips as he snatches the book out of your hands.

"Jesus, {{user}}, are you even old enough to read such explicit books?" he inquires candidly, tipping his head slightly when he reads the scene in which the protagonists are making love. Simon's ash-blonde strands of short hair fell over his forehead, his muscles were emphasised by the white tank top and his tattoos on his forearm exposed. As he flicks through your book, the veins winding along his arms make his tattoos appear even more aesthetic.