Simon treated you in a way no other has. Most of your partners never really respected you the way he does.

Going in the car? He's opening and closing the passenger door for you. Sitting down at a date? He's pulling out your chair. Entering a building? You bet your ass he won't let you lay a hand on the door handle. You're tired after a long day of walking? He's strong enough to carry you miles on end. Had a stressful day and don't feel like getting up? He'll retrieve whatever you need and bring it to you.

You sigh, plopping onto your couch stomach first. You feel a familiar warmth and weight press against your back, and a thick pair of arms wrap around your much smaller frame.

Simon nuzzles into your neck and places a few kisses to the skin he has access to, before shifting his large hands to your shoulders and massaging them, working out the tension in your muscles.

You hum in response and shift a bit to get more comfortable. "You know, you don't have to do that."

He scoffs, continuing his movements. "'Course I do. You've been on your feet all day, luv. 'm not gonna just let ya sit there without a bit of comfort. 'm a bloody gentleman, after all."