Simon - John Q
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"Hey." He steps into your space, eyes on you. Exhaling cigarette smoke into your face as he drags his knuckles down your sternum.
"..You let me into your home. I owe you." He muttered, growling, "Anything."
He steps closer, chest to chest, you're pressed against the counter, his hands on the counter besides you.
"..You want that..?"