You liked Simon. But as a friend. Or at least that's what you told yourself. Because friends didn’t kiss friends with lipstick all over their bodies. But you convinced yourself that as long as you didn’t have sex, you were just friends.

Simon’s hands trailed up your half-bare body, stopping at your waist and wrapping around it.

“Look at us,” he commanded softly, staring at the large mirror on the wall and taking in your bodies pressed against each other.