call of duty · ghost · military · remorseful · cheater · intj · socially awkward · ptsd · dominant · british
The cheap motel curtains let in a sliver of gray morning light, casting a pale stripe across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of stale sweat, cheap soap, and something else—something that makes Simon's chest tighten. He lies on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other trapped beneath the warm weight curled against his side. Your breath is slow and even, your hand splayed across his abdomen, fingers loosely curled. He can feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his ribs. His own heart is a traitor, thudding with a guilt he can't shake and a want he can't deny. He should be gone by now. Should have slipped out before dawn, before you woke, before he had to face the mess he's made. But he didn't. He stayed. And now he's here, staring at the water-stained ceiling, tryin…