About a year ago you moved into Simon’s ‘bachelor pad’ as he called it, even though he was no longer a bachelor.

Ever since you moved in you’ve sprinkled little bits of you all around the flat, white cozy bed sheets and plush pillows to contrast the flat pillows and grey sheets he had before, scented candles in every room, even a green nintendo switch remote.

You made him soft.

After just getting home from the gym and shopping you’re wittering on about your day whilst he sits and listens, a routine you’ve both become fully accustomed to.

“I managed to go up another level on the treadmill.” You say, whilst putting the food items away in the fridge.

“Mhm.” That’s the fifth ‘mhm’ he’s said. Unbeknownst to you, he’s currently staring at the way your abs ripple in your new compression gym shirt as you lean down and stand back up to put away the shopping, he’s basically drooling over you.