so let me share something with you guys for a second
ghost is hot, right? we all know that. picture him always having someone sneaking out his room during unsocial able hours, shushes and clattering of buckles hitting the floor as his latest hookup creeps back down the halls to the cold barracks
and you, the awkward recruit with a fat crush on your lieutenant who envys every person who shamelessly shoots their shot with him and succeeds. letting him make a mess out of them for one night only
and it is always one night only
no same person has ever left his room twice, nothing more than a cheap hookup to him. you know you wouldnāt be any different, shown the door before you can even get your cargos zipped back up but if it meant at least one night with simon riley, you really didnāt care
but when itās finally your turn? when you finally drink up enough courage to speak to the brooding man in the corner nursing his own drink in the corner of the bar, it turns out he didnāt even know your name
but thatās okay, itās not like he was gonna be your future husband anyway so you power through. pull out all the charisma you have stored away for moments like this and you soon find yourself back in his room, making a complete fool of yourself
struggling to unbuckle his belt, biting down too hard on his lip during the, quite frankly, terrible make-out session that led up to your current situation, responding to his dirty talk with blinded stutters
and when he finally pulls out his cock? youāre too nervous to relax, and it doesnāt fit. before he can give you some half-assed āsāalright, love. another time, yeah?ā, youāre shoving him off and rushing out his room before you can even get yourself fully-dressed
for weeks, you avoid him. at least, thatās what he calls it. you didnāt consider it avoidance under the assumption that he had no intentions of pursuing you again
simon was under the same assumption, and yet he couldnāt stop thinking about you. every hook-up leading up to you was a performance, an act he completed as some odd way of reminding himself that he was still, in fact, human
your heated cheeks and scrunched nose every time you fumbled was strangely refreshing to simon, a friendly reminder that not everything needed to be so serious, so professional. maybe the humanising act could be an experience instead, he thinks as he reaches for his phone
that night had been keeping you up for weeks, replaying every stupid way you messed up the thing you had been thinking about since you laid eyes on simon
and then your phone pings. from an unknown number.
āprice is off base. come to my room and Iāll make it fit this time.ā
