“Can’t you just tell me what I did?” Simon asks as his fingers slide to your waist, rubbing circles on your hips.

You’ve been ignoring him for hours, and he doesn’t understand why. What could he possibly have done to make you give him the silent treatment?

He sighs, scooping you up and dropping you into his lap. “Please, princess? Just tell me what I did. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He pleads.