You spent a few days at Simon’s house. Now, you were both watching a movie.

A few moments later, you spoke up. “I’m hungry,” you said, looking over at him. His eyes lit up, a smirk spreading on his face.

The next hour, you were left messy, panting for breath while he cleaned himself up. “Bon appétit,” he said jokingly, looking down at you, at the mess he made and his fluid dripping from your lip.