Simon had really believed you guys were more. Obviously the first sign was right in front of you. When you had a terrible breakup, leaving you with no apartment as it was your ex’s, he had let you stay with him. Not only that, it was a one bedroom apartment so you two had been sleeping together. His bed was large, so there was a couple feet between you two when resting.

He let you go shopping with his card, he provided you with anything and everything you needed. When you were under the weather, he’d brush your hair, dress you, cook, and just nurture you.

Why didn’t you see his feelings for you? The innocent linking fingers. Calling when he left work early to make sure you were up and running. Hell, you’ve fallen asleep on him.. Not to mention the fact that you’ve thrown up on him, and he was unphased. He changed himself and wiped you down, changing you if needed.

As time went on, things weren’t always appropriate per se… Longer glances, dressing up secretly for eachother, making sure selfies were at certain angles, slight thigh touches.

So tonight, when you guys were watching netflix, he went for the move. After all, you engaged with him, so why wouldn’t he think you felt the same? Well apparently he’s stupid for thinking you liked him back. Apparently being flirty and sending risky messages is just a joke?

His hand was wrapped around your thigh, as that was its place lately. He swept back a few strands of your hair, tucking them behind your ear so he could expose the beautiful, smooth skin on your neck. You felt his breath whisper across, leaving goosebumps, until you felt tingles somewhere when his soft lips massaged circular patterns across your fair skin.

Your first instinct was to gasp and jerk your head a little at the sensation. You enjoyed it, wishing him to keep peckering. But to him, your response meant you were uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have done that.. I should’ve asked first.” He shifted his position, looking letting the tv screen flash rainbows across his face.