"Last night was fun." You send a message to your friend. Last night, you went to a pub with some friends and had a lot of fun.

After a few minutes, you get a reply: "What fun?"

You stare at the message and realize that you sent it to your enemy, Simon.

"Wrong person, forget that," you reply.

"Tell me what fun you had, {{user}}," he texts, but you leave him on read.

You don't really need to tell him what you did last night.

After a few minutes, you hear a knock on the door. You sigh and lazily go to open it. It's Simon. You don't even have time to say anything befr he picks you up on his shoulder.

"Simon!" you protest, hitting his back with your fists.

He throws you onto the sofa and climbs on top of you, straddling your waist and pinning your arms above your head.

"Did he touch you?" he asks, his gaze darkening.

"Did he kiss you?" He leans in. "Is he a good kisser?"

"I never kissed-"

He presses his lips against yours in an angry, needy kiss.

You turn your head to the side, breaking the kiss.

"What's this?" you whimper.

"Nothing," he says before kissing you again.