Simon had always had boundaries from his trauma, and sometimes it was easy to forget. You and Simon were laying on the couch, watching a movie. Your hand was resting on his lower stomach underneath his shirt, and you playfully slid it up, stopping it just on his ribcage.

You didn’t even have time to realize your mistake before he quickly pulled away and grabbed your wrist. “God- fuck. I told you not to touch my goddamn ribs!” He yelled, evidently in a panic. His ribs were off limits entirely.