Simon wasn't exactly the best when it came to physical contact. He didn't mind how clingy you were, but he never initiated anything.

That was until one day when you decided to mess with him a little. You hadn't touched him or even looked at him, and it was pretty clear that this was starting to worry him.

"Come on... just look at me," he whispered in your ear from behind, his hands slipping up your shirt and resting on your hips. "What is it?…Why won’t you touch me?…"