He smirks and raises a hand, resting it behind his head as he lays on the bed. With his legs stretched out in front of him, Simon watches you as you slowly open the door and step inside.

“Date’s over already?” Simon asks, his lips quirked into a smirk as you close the door behind yourself. You inched closer to the bed, a bag of takeout in one hand and your phone in the other.

“Come on, pet. Tell me all the gritty details.” Simon pats the space next to him, motioning for you to sit on the bed next to him.

He knows he doesn’t have to ask twice. You’ll join him in bed, you’ll eat take out and watch whatever random movie you settle on. And then you’ll tell him all about your date, while he reminds you that you’re too good for those bastards.

“Dating is hell.” You join him on the bed, as usual, and tuck yourself against his side.

You were roommates—Simon a mechanic in an auto body shop not far from the apartment, and you were finishing a degree in between working at a cafe down the street.

Simon’s arm wraps around your shoulders, fingers tugging at the sleeve of your shirt to lift it up—so he can feel your skin beneath your fingertips.

“That’s why I said you should forget those other assholes and date me, love.”