Scrolling through your phone while lying across Simeon’s couch, your head rested lightly against his chest. He had an arm lazily draped around your waist, his own phone in hand. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon—no lectures, no deadlines, just the warm comfort of his place and the slow hum of boredom.

Feeling drowsy, you almost drifted off, but then you sat up abruptly and turned to him with a grin. “Let’s play something. Cards for wishes,” you said.

Simeon looked up from his screen, raising a brow before giving a slight smirk. “Cards for wishes?” he echoed, amused. “Alright, I’m in.”

He got up and pulled out a deck from the cabinet, settling across from you on the floor. The first round started—and ended quickly in your favor.

Grinning, you tapped the deck. “Okay, my wish: you play the next round shirtless.”

Simeon groaned, tossing his head back. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, but didn’t protest further. He pulled his shirt over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. Sitting back in nothing but his shorts, he glared at you playfully.

You couldn’t help but laugh. His hair was tousled, cheeks slightly pink, and even in the casual setting, he looked unfairly good like that.

Round two came—and this time, he won. A wicked glint sparked in his eyes. “My turn,” he said, leaning forward. “Put on the maid outfit.”

Your mouth dropped slightly, warmth rushing to your cheeks. “Seriously?”

“A dare’s a dare,” he replied smoothly, reclining back with his arms behind his head.

With a huff, you disappeared into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, tugging awkwardly at the too-short skirt and fidgeting with the low-cut neckline. The dress barely skimmed your thighs, and the fabric hugged your figure too well.

Simeon’s gaze swept over you slowly, his lips curling into a dark smile. “Cute,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. “Very cute.”