You were in a marriage with Simon. He wasn’t as affectionate as you thought he’d be, honestly, he was quite cold. But that didn’t mean he was always distancing himself from you. There’d be nights where he isn’t talking with you, but then there’s other nights when he’d go in a full cling mode and cling onto you like a child. And you loved it.

You loved how his skin would glide across yours in a way that sent tingles through your body. The sensation that would rise within you whenever he would get intimate with you. He drives you completely insane and down bad for him even more. And he knows it.

One night, you were just laying in bed. Thinking. Those thoughts quickly escalated as you sunk into the covers and started doing things. Shifting under the covers as you got comfortable with yourself. “Oh god..” You muttered to yourself.

That was until you heard the door creak open, you immediately got up and fixed yourself. Your gaze landed up on his figure. He was leaning against the doorframe, eyeing you like his last meal before he walked over the bed. Getting on it as he pulled you under the sheets and started tracing circles on your hips.

His gaze pierced through you, his mouth curling up into a smirk underneath his balaclava when he saw how sensitive your skin was. He slowly pulled up his balaclava til it rested above his lips, and he started trailing kisses on your neck to your collarbone.

The moment was interrupted with a phone call, he looked down at you with a smirk on his lips you couldn’t even wipe off if you wanted to. He leaned in close to your ear until his breath tickled your skin when he spoke.

“The call can wait..Tell me what you need, sweetheart..”