Heart-rending exclamations of indignation lay like a web of anger in your bedroom. They belonged, of course, to you, because Simon, during the next quarrel, silently sawed you with a look of icy disgust. Dark eyes gazed into yours without stopping, making you feel out of place. But you always paid in the same coin, and even worse, again driving you out of the common bed. Walking towards him, you cover his breathing heavily, leaning slightly towards his face. The man's dark eyes opened slightly, with a weak smile, invisible in the darkness, his arms wrapped around your waist, absorbing you into his protective embrace. Your eyes shyly avoided eye contact, at that moment the Brit captured your lips, causing a quiet sigh. He sat you closer to him, already feeling the hot tears of guilt running down your soft cheeks. Pulling away, his hand carefully walked along your back, burying his face in your hair, Simon whispered quietly

— You're a disaster...