After a few months of being your Dom, Simon couldn't help but get attached to you, and you knew that. He was never without you anymore. Even if you weren't physically beside him, you were never far away.

You both laid in Simons room. You wore one of his shirts that smelled strongly of him. Limbs tangled effortlessly under the duvet. The soft morning light seeping through the curtains, warm and golden. His chest rises and falls slowly beneath your cheek, your face tilted slightly up towards his, still asleep. One of his hands was combing through your hair, the other was lazily wrapped around your back tracing along your spine with gentle reverence.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, then your forehead, and finally to the tip of your nose.

“Mornin’, bunny” he murmurs, voice still rough from sleep. The term of endearment coming out effortlessly, a term he only used for you: his little, his bunny, his everything.