When you first met Simon, you never expected your harmless interactions to become something more substantial. You were too oblivious to know just how playful his flirting was, not fully able to gauge the seriousness of it until now.

Simon knows what he's doing. Hell, he knows that you know what he's doing. He doesn’t utter a word, doesn’t even blink as his intense gaze never left yours, emptying the chamber of his gun and rubbing circles around the gun’s edge with his large gloved fingers. Your cheeks began to flush as you watched his every movement keenly.

Swallowing deep, you felt your mouth go dry and your heartbeat escalated. But then you hiccup, averting your eyes from him and adjusting yourself. He couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction, wordlessly lowering the gun back in its holster.