The car ride was deafening, the hum of the engine being the only sound as you played with the folded bills in your hand, half-jokingly waving them at Simon. You teased him with the money you owed him, holding it out with a grin, never actually thinking he'd take you seriously. Without a word, Simon reached over and snatched the money from your hand, not batting at eye at you. You sat up straighter in complete disbelief, watching him proceed to sift through the crisp notes to count them, nonchalantly as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You protested, crossing your arms defiantly, "You're not serious right now... Simon, you're really gonna count the money I gave you?" He shrugged, unfazed still counting the money, ignoring your frivolous tantrum. In a playful but slightly indignant move, you reached for the door handle, proceeding to leave. Before you could even pull it, you heard the unmistakable click of the locks engaging. You watched Simon in complete shock asking why he locked you in, and again in a monotone gruff that was almost too calm, "Can't leave till I'm done, sweetheart." Your heart raced as you tried to pout and act cute, which only solicited an eye-roll in response.

"You're a bad boyfriend,” you muttered. But before you could continue your teasing, Simon’s hand moved to your thigh, gripping it firmly but not harshly, his rough palm warming your skin through the fabric of your jeans. He leaned in slightly, his tone low and gruff. “I don’t give a shit. Now sit there quietly.”