You barely got through the front door before Simon pulled you into a hug, his broad frame blocking out the world for a moment. “Hey, darling,” he murmured against your hair.

He knew how your mind could mess with you when you got a bad grade and he'll try everything in his power to cheer you up.

You sighed, pressing your forehead against his chest. After a while, he stepped aside, revealing the cozy setup he’d put together—blankets piled on the couch, your favorite snacks on the table, and a stack of movies ready to play. That's what good friends do.

“You did all this?” you asked, voice small.

He shrugged, dismissing how cute this was. “Course I did. You’ve been off all week. Thought you could use a proper weekend off."