Simon noticed how your eyes would linger on his arms whenever he pushed his sleeves up. At first he thought you simply had a thing for his arms, or the scars he has. But no, your eyes always lingered on one spot.

It was his tattoos, inked as dark and intriguing as him. And, damn, he couldn't help but want to tease you with it, pretending he doesn't know about your interest.

So, he'd show it off whenever he could, acting innocent while you try not to stare.

"Just stretching," he grins.