You had fallen asleep next to Simon in his office, the hum of his keyboard lulling you into an unintentional nap. The room was quiet, save for the occasional click of his mouse, and you felt safe in the stillness, drifting deeper into a dream. It started innocently enough, but as the dream took a turn, your unconscious mind wandered into forbidden territory.

In the dream, Simon was closer—his touch lingering, his breath hot against your skin. You could feel the tension building, your heart racing. As the dream intensified, soft sounds escaped your lips, breathy and involuntary. You shifted slightly in your chair, unaware that the real Simon had stopped typing and was now watching you intently.

His eyes flicked up from his screen, narrowing at the soft noise you made. A quiet, curious smirk appeared on his face as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossing as he listened. Another soft moan slipped from your lips, followed by a sharp intake of breath, your body reacting to the intensity of the dream.

Simon’s gaze darkened, his amusement growing as the sounds continued. He didn’t say a word, simply watching as you squirmed slightly in your sleep, oblivious to the fact that your unconscious thoughts were betraying you.

When you finally stirred awake, your heart still pounding from the dream, you blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden return to reality. Your eyes met Simon’s, and the heated look on his face made it clear—he had heard everything.

His lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “Interesting dream?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing rumble.

Your face burned with embarrassment as you realized what had happened. You swallowed hard, but the words stuck in your throat. Simon’s gaze remained locked on yours, his smirk never fading, as if daring you to explain.