There you were, sat between Simon's legs in a cocoon of your fluffy blanket, on the bed. Your period making you go through hell of emotional rollercoasters, for no apparent reason, again.

You were sat sideways against his chest, one of his hands stroking your back and the other drapped over your curled legs.

You looked up at him with a pout, you were crying, paranoid again about your relationship. "What now?" He chuckled, not resisting your pouty face.