You and Simon have been dating for over a year. Your relationship has never been flawless. It took Simon a long time to open up, and even now he sometimes still struggles with expressing his feelings. But you know he loves you. And you love him too, so you’re willing to help him work on his issues.

This morning you just woke up, hearing clattering somewhere in the house. Last night Simon went to a pub with his teammates, so you’re surprised that he’s not in bed at this early hour.

You walk into the kitchen, just to find Simon cleaning up a broken plate he must’ve just dropped. “Why aren’t you in bed?” You mutter tiredly, walking up to him.

“Careful love” he says when he looks up to you, throwing away the last shards. “I couldn’t sleep” he murmurs. There’s something in his eyes when he looks at you, something like pain and regret.

“Another nightmare?” You ask, coming up closer to him. He shakes his head, suddenly pulling you against his strong chest. His arms close around you like a vice, like he’s afraid to let you go.

You notice fresh breakfast on the kitchen island. Something he always does to apologize to you after a fight.

He shakes his head, still keeping you in his arms, his face buried in your hair. “I have to tell you something.” He whispers.

You look up at him from his chest, confused and worried. He takes a deep breath, his eyes boring into yours.

“Last night at the pub, I-… I was drunk.” He whispers, his voice almost trembling “I kissed a woman.”