"Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life." Simon says, his hands gently cupping your face.

He leaned in, but not all the way. His eyes, searching yours for consent. Ever since Soap passed, he's been craving you.

As if your ears were delicate, Simon's voice was lowered as his touch was gentle with your skin. He needed this, and he knew how much he's needed this even before the passing of his fallen brother.