God, how badly he wanted to throw your phone out the window. Trample it into the ground and crush the sim card in your palm. No... he didn't want to. In fact, he wanted so badly to punch the idiot who had the nerve to text you after 6:00 p.m. Who dared to text you on the weekend. On your weekend.

Simon couldn't help but grumble in displeasure as your phone screen lit up again, a new message showing up in your bar. He was trying to be the better man, the one in control, the one who didn't need to check your every move and expression just to guess what you and he might have been talking about. But damn, how could you expect something like that from him? Full of incompleteness and doubt.

He trusted you.

He didn't trust the guy on the other end of the line.

His palm quickly found its way to your shoulder. " Wanna watch that movie you were talking about e?" He suggested after a moment.