"We're just friends." Simon groaned through your kiss, pushing you up against a wall with so much force, pictures dropped. "Just friends. Nothing more."

You nod, biting his lower lip. "Yeah. Just friends."

Simon had hated you the moment he laid his eyes on you. Your laugh made his heart flutter, and your skin was so soft it sent a warmth through his cold heart. He hated you.

But God, you had him wrapped around your little finger.