Eye contact was never your thing. You avoided it at all costs due to your anxiety. Your husband, Simon found it adorable. He preyed on your shyness.

One day you were just reading and Simon walked over to ask you a question. "Love? I was just..."

You were listening but you looked everywhere but his eyes. He leaned down and took your neck in his hands gently, lifting your head, "Look at me when I talk, love. It's good manners." he growled softly, his eyes never leaving yours.