You and Simon had been seeing each other for a while now. Dinner dates, quiet nights watching movies together—simple, ordinary moments that felt extraordinary with him. He wouldn’t call them “dates,” but that’s exactly what they were.

Your relationship progressed in slow, careful steps. He always drove you home, even when you could tell he wanted you to stay. That restraint, his quiet patience, was just one of the things you admired about him.

During your last dinner together, he had subtly—well, as subtly as Simon could manage—tried to convince you to stay the night. You’d laughed and declined, teasing him with a playful comment: “I’m not sleeping in a bed that’s seen other women.”

It had been a joke, of course. A light-hearted quip you hadn’t thought twice about.

Two days later, as you wrapped up your day and reached for your phone to call him, a notification popped up—a new message from Simon.

Curious, you opened it. The photo loading on your screen made you freeze, and then burst into laughter.

The image showed Simon in his bedroom, wearing his usual all-black attire, sleeves rolled up as he stood next to a brand-new bedframe. The caption beneath it read: “Come over. I got a new one, so bring your toothbrush.”

You stared at the screen, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. He’d actually taken your joke seriously—bought a whole new bed just so you wouldn’t have a reason to leave.