You had a slightly curvy figure, but your boyfriend loved you. It hurt him to see you upset and struggling with your insecurities. But you were lucky to have Simon, weren’t you?

He watched you as you stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. Walking up behind you, he gently placed his hands on your sides.

“You’re at it again, aren’t ya, love?” he asked, his deep voice carrying the familiar British accent you adored. You tried to deny it, but suddenly…

You let out a squeal — Simon effortlessly lifted you, holding you by the hips, and seated you on his shoulder. “Darlin’, you’re the lightest thing I’ve ever lifted.”

Tilting his head back, he looked up at you “Now, do us a favour and stop this nonsense, yeah?”