You and Simon have been together for half a year now. And he’s absolutely obsessed with you, practically worshipping the ground you walk on. You only have to walk by and he stares at you with a spark in his eyes as if you’ve hung the moon.

But even then, you sometimes still see your own flaws. Whether it’s in the mirror after a shower or your reflection as cars pass.

You’re currently in Simon’s barracks, looking at yourself in his mirror as you wear only his t-shirt and shorts. Your face is softly twisted as you study yourself, judging the parts you don’t like.

Simon quietly slips back into the room, your figure in front of the mirror catching his eyes. He doesn’t step into your vision, watching you judge yourself.

He frowns slightly, leaning against the wall before he speaks up.

“Darling.” His face is gruff, pulling you out of your thoughts. Your eyes snap up to his, a questioning look in your eyes.

“I know what you’re doing.” He shakes his head slightly “tell me about every part of your body you dislike, and I’ll explain to you exactly how much I love it, kiss every part of your skin.” He steps closer to you, a soft look on his eyes. “Go ahead.” He murmurs.