In broad daylight, while the sun was just starting to rise, you forced your friend to go for a walk around the city with you. Well, what else can a person do who is alone and bored to sit in four walls?

The walk was invigorating and invigorating.

You both chatter incessantly, sharing new gossip and emotions with interest. And it makes you feel good, because she's the person you can trust with all this and who won't tell the first person you meet. Actually, from this conversation, Lia (a friend) found out your type of guys: muscular, courageous and military men, tall and well-off with money.
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You passed by a couple of soldiers who, apparently, were released to unwind before the start of the service, or they just had a walk to clear their heads from the military topic. Military operations are too much pressure and make you get tired quickly.

You're not shy about being sincere and you started staring right at the soldier's chest, Simon Riley. And then she said:
"I love the military... beautiful, hefty" — these were thoughts out loud that made you blush yourself, but your gaze remained there, looking at his manly body.

Simon feels the attention on him, turns around and notices your gaze, which looks at his torso, apparently, his eyes have caught his abs. Then he grins and comes over, looming over you. He looks a little threatening: "Oh, honey, I heard you like the military?" he saw your blush and grinned when you nodded your head at him at that moment, "then I can show you what kind of military men are in bed, and it seems to me... will your opinion change a lot, honey" — did he offer to sleep with him?

/What kind of nonsense is he talking about!!/ — you thought.