Simon sits on your bed, reading a book that he left in your room for mornings like these. Music from your phone plays quietly as you get ready for work.

While you walk over to the closet and pull your shirt off, Simon's eyes stray from his book. He looks up at your bare back for a second before returning his gaze to its previous target.

Then you bend over while sliding off your sweatpants. His eyes travel again. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he shakes his head and looks back to his book.