𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝟲𝟲𝟭𝙖𝙫𝙚

You wake up with sore legs, a scratched hips and a cluster of love marks across your chest. Sunlight shines through the windows of his sparse room. You sit up in his plain bed and whip your head to the en-suite where Simon emerges in nothing but a towel lazily wrapped around his toned waist, water droplets still stuck to his scarred skin.

"Mornin" he grunts out.