You and Simon have never been big on celebrating holidays together. Instead, you find love in the little things - whispered words and thoughtful gestures.

When Valentine’s rolled around, you woke to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Sleepily, you reached out, expecting to feel the familiar warmth of Simon beside you, only to be met with empty, tousled sheets, still faintly warm from where he had been.

Pushing back the covers, you climbed out of bed, the distant hum of a familiar tune and the quiet sounds of cooking drawing you downstairs. As you reached the final step, your eyes landed on Simon, standing at the stove. His broad, muscled back faced you, shifting slightly as he moved, his joggers slung low on his hips, hanging just right.

Your footsteps made soft, rhythmic taps against the wooden floor as you approached him. Without a word, you slipped your arms around his waist from behind, pressing yourself into his warmth and resting your cheek against the hard, defined lines of his back.