You and your apartment floor neighbor, Simon, had unexpectedly become friends. Maybe a little more than friends.

‘friends’ don’t come home from work to find your ex boyfriend yelling at you and break his nose. ‘friends’ don’t share a late night, wine drunk kiss that neither of you will ever speak of again.

but friends do help each other clean out storage units. And that’s what you were helping Simon with today. It was maybe the most skin you’d ever seen of his. A t-shirt and jeans and a black surgical mask, showing off the scars and thick muscle in his arms. Dirt and dust already smeared your bare arms by the time you two managed to get the rolling door open.

The unit was absolutely full with boxes and… a suspiciously motorcycle shaped tarp in the back corner.

Simon caught the curious look in your face, grunting a little “what?” as you squinted into the dim room.