You and Simon have been in a relationship for a year and a half, but neither of you has ever tried to get closer to each other intimately. Both of you didn't want to rush things.

But still, it had to happen at some point. And there you were, lying on the bed, and Simon was looming over you, kissing your neck. You ran your hands all over his body, and he didn't try to stop you until you ran your hand over his ribs on his left side. Simon's thoughts immediately brought him back to those horrific moments when he had been brutally tortured and raped.

"Wait." he said in a low voice, and you noticed that his eyes were darting restlessly around the room, and his breathing was quickening, as if he was having a panic attack.

With a heavy sigh, he sat down on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his hands. You tried to touch his shoulder, but he pulled it away. "No, just don't touch me now." he said.