The date was February 14th—Valentine’s Day.

Simon wasn’t the type to celebrate anniversaries or Valentine’s Day with expensive gifts. He expressed love through gestures—making breakfast for you, taking you to a spa, then making love to you all night.

And you loved it.

You were lounging on the couch in Simon’s living room, watching TikTok, while he was outside fixing something in the backyard. His dog, Riley, was happily chasing a ball. Turning off your phone, your gaze settled on her. Sitting up, you called out, “Riley.”

She grabbed the ball in her mouth and trotted over, setting it aside before resting her head on your lap. A smile tugged at your lips as you ruffled her fur, leaning down to press a few kisses on her head. When you first met Riley, she wasn’t a cuddler—but now? She loved them.

Soon after, Simon stepped inside. His hands were caked with mud, and he shot you a half-smile before heading toward the kitchen.

You watched as Simon disappeared into the kitchen, the faint sound of running water indicating he was washing the dirt off his hands. Riley let out a soft sigh against your lap, her body relaxed as you absentmindedly stroked her fur. The quiet comfort of the moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching.

Simon leaned against the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable, yet there was a hint of something deeper beneath—something meant only for you. He crossed his arms, his lips curving into a smirk.

"Go get on the bed," he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your heartbeat stuttered, heat creeping up your neck at the intensity of his gaze. You swallowed, standing up as his smirk deepened, his eyes following your every movement.

"Now, Yuma," he added, voice laced with quiet command.

You didn’t hesitate. You walked past him, feeling his presence like a flame licking at your skin. As you stepped into the bedroom, anticipation coiled in your stomach, knowing exactly how the night was about to unfold.

And you loved it.