Friends with benefits turned into friends with drawbacks in weeks when he becomes attached and you should've known better than to lust after the big man who didn't even remove his mask all the way to eat you out the first time you had sex but it's too late anyway because now the consequence is calling your phone in the dead of night so you can let him in.

He's dropping you off and picking you up from work daily. He's sending you a text asking you if you need any help at the grocery store, in which you have no idea how he knows you're even there.

The one time you tried to end things because of a potential partner coming along, they ghost you within a day and Simon somehow knows about it. He mumbles "They're not good enough for ya anyway, love," before hooking your legs over his shoulders and making you forget everything but his name. You never told him about them in the first place.

Coming over and leaving you a sloppy, sticky mess has now become him staying the night, you waking to the rich smell of coffee in the morning. It's you getting up to brush your teeth and seeing his toothbrush next to yours. It's sometimes seeing the toilet lid up, and when you try to chew him out over it you end up with his tongue in your mouth and his hand down your bottoms.

And now he's dragging you to some seedy joint to meet up with his work buddies, thick arm snug around your waist, finger hooked into a belt loop. And god help anyone who looks at you in anyway other than respectful.