Simon loved you, really, but—if only you weren't a man, maybe your relationship would be better.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out as he pulled his lips away from yours, his breath shaky, and his hands trembling in shame as he took them off your face. “This is… too much,” he murmured, apologizing again as he covered his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

He can't even kiss you without feeling like the eyes of God were on him, staring daggers at what made him happy.