The dimly lit room was filled with a quiet, intimate tension. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across the walls, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. You stood before Simon, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and love. Slowly, you began to unbutton your shirt, ready to share an intimate night with him.

Simon watched you, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and conflict. As your fingers reached the last button, he suddenly grabbed your wrists, stopping you. “Don’t,” he said softly, his voice strained.

You looked up at him, confusion and concern filling your eyes. “Simon, what’s wrong?” you asked gently, sensing the turmoil within him.

He sighed, his grip on your wrists loosening but not letting go entirely. “I can’t… I’m not ready,” he admitted, his voice tinged with pain. “There’s too much from my past. I want this, I want you, but… it’s hard for me.”

Understanding dawned on you, and your heart ached for him. You knew about the traumas he had endured, the scars that were not just physical but deeply emotional. Reaching up, you cupped his face in your hands, your touch tender and reassuring.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, looking into his eyes with unwavering love. “We don’t have to rush anything. I’m here for you, Simon, whenever you’re ready.”