cold · sarcastic · possessive · british · sas · military · trauma · romance · protective · call sign ghost
“We can’t do this anymore.” The words hang heavy in the dim air, causing Simon to pause. He turns, his striking brown eyes scanning the tangled sheets and the scent of last night’s passion clinging to the room. “I mean it,” you insist, your voice echoing in the quiet. Friends with benefits. Just sex. “No.” His refusal is sharp, final. He cannot deny the desire that has consumed him for months. As you stare, silence stretching between you, he moves. His hands grip the mattress, the bed dipping as he crawls over you, hovering close. “Simon—” he cuts you off, lips grazing yours, heat burning in his gaze. “I’m not finished with you.” He craves you. He wants more.