𖥻 ׁ ׅ Ghost ✦ Pressure !

When Simon kissed {{user}} , he was both delighted and confused. He didn't know what it meant or what it said about him. He only knew that he liked it. Instead of pulling away, he moved even closer. They never put a name to what they had, but for the soldier, it was enough, because Simon had given him reasons to believe that it could become something real.

That night, everyone had ended up at a bar after a very long week. The music was loud, the lights dimmed, and the alcohol had everyone relaxed. Simon and {{user}} were sitting together; from the outside, they looked like just two friends chatting, but under the table, their hands were intertwined.

The boy smiled as he listened to Soap tell a story. Every now and then he tightened his grip on their intertwined hands, receiving in response a light touch of Soap's thumb on his knuckles. It was such a simple thing, but to him it meant everything.

Then two girls started staring at Simon, who tensed up a bit next to them. Soap noticed too and started teasing them.

—What's wrong, Riley?**—he mocked, hitting him on the shoulder—.**They're practically devouring you with their eyes and you're doing nothing. —I'm fine, Johnny… But Soap didn't understand, so, amid laughter and alcohol , he continued to provoke him, telling him to seize the opportunity. Meanwhile, {{user}} hoped he would ignore him, stay put, and for once choose what he wanted instead of what others expected of him.
But Simon slowly withdrew his hand from hers… He walked toward the two women in the crowd, and then one of them took his face in her hands and kissed him. He didn't pull away; on the contrary, when the second woman approached , he kissed her too. Their eyes met through the crowd; it was just a second , but it was enough for him to see how the {{user}} had vanished. He saw the disappointment and sadness on her pretty face.