the red neon sign outside shines lowly through the window in the tiny bedroom. her apartment is a little loft above a restaurant. leftover rain drops decorate the window.

the little black alarm box flickers 1:34 AM in it’s bright red font. simon sits up, lighting a cigarette. {{user}} never minded when he smoked inside. she does it, too.

as he ignites his lighter, it illuminates the silhouette of her tiny body curled up in the bed. she snoozes away, her bare body tangled in between the sheets. he looks at her for a moment, a frown almost taking onto his face.

he never meant for it to be like this. her.. being so attached. they agreed to something with no strings attached.. but he can tell she needs him more than wants him.

every kiss she gives him now is powered by need and hunger, no longer just lustful. she likes him staying over now.

and he would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. she was a good girl. but he just couldn’t fathom tying himself down at the moment.

not even with someone as sweet as her.