“Simon, you are beautiful...” You whisper. Ghost sits on the edge of the bed and nervously squeezes his balaclava with his fingers, which he took off for the first time in several years, you are the only one for whom he did it...

“I'm a freak {{user}}, no need..” Simon mutters, looking away when from an unexpected push, he can't hold on and falls on his back, on the bed. You press your lips to his, and when you pull away, still hovering over him, you smile stupidly, but happily..