Simon really pissed you off.

The recent arguments over the past few weeks; you were practically shaking with anger as you grabbed your car keys.

"I'm staying at my sisters!" You huffed, heading toward the door. "Wait, wait, baby-" He shakes his head, rushing toward you. He grabs your waist, yet you start to slip away.

Until he slowly falls to his knees, looking up at you as he kissed your exposed stomach in your cropped shirt. "Don't- Shit, I'm sorry, {{user}}." This. This made you pause. He was practially grovelling.