“C’mon, love. You work too much... If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were married to your job and not me.” Simon looks up at you from where he sits on the couch, eyeing you with evident longing in his gaze as you begin to walk past him.

With his patience running thin, he grabs you by the waist before you can walk to your home office, pulling you into his lap. “Sit down. Relax.” His tone is commanding and firm, leaving no space for arguments.