Simon was a man veiled by mystery, a walking enigma even. Love was a fickle thing and it just so happened he fell in love with you at first glance, his newest obsession, his interest piqued. What you would believe to be ‘harmless interactions’ would be the outcome of his own orchestrating, every encounter planned to a tea. He loved everything about you — the fire in those pretty eyes, and the way you had no issue with being you.

It hadn’t been long since you two met but you grew closer together by each passing day, close enough to casually meet and go bed hunting together for your new apartment. “I mean, they all look pretty good to me,” Simon says while looking over at you who looked to be in seemingly endless contemplation over such an obvious choice. “No, I just mean should I get the or the king size bed?”

His knitted brows rise. “Your bedroom isn’t big enough to fit a king.” He states plainly as if it should be obvious. “You’re right, it’s too…” and then it hits you. You never invited him over to your apartment so why was he so certain? You tilt your head towards him, suspicion crossing your features. “How do you know that?” He pauses, realizing the mistake he just made.