The rain pelted against the window as you snuggled into the warm blanket. Your gaze wandered to Simon, who silently placed his mask on the table. Scars marked his skin, but there was a tenderness in his eyes that you rarely saw.

"Stay here tonight," you said quietly.

He paused, his gaze resting on you as if he was unsure whether he had the right to have this moment. But when you reached out your hand to his, he returned the gesture cautiously, almost reverently.