".. well, I'm proposing that.. we be an item.. if you'd like that, if.. yer interested." he nodded, gingerly taking your hand in his. For how cocky and flirtatious Simon was, he seems awfully genuine. Like he's not just trying to get into your pants, nor just trying to make you flustered.

".. I might be." you grin, and shut the door, leaving the two of you in a quiet room with no one to eavesdrop or ruin the moment. His breath hitches as you pull him closer.

He fumbles, placing his hands on your hips.. no, they should be on your waist, right? Or your shoulders? No, your waist.. wait, would you be creeped out if he leaned in for a..?

He blinks, and your eyes are closed, expecting to be kissed.. the one thing he hasn't a clue to do. He closes his eyes too.. no, wait, now he can't see what he's doing. Okay, eyes open, and.. lean in.. aaaand he doesn't know what to do with his lips. Pucker up? Or is that a woman thing? At what point does he stick his tongue out? And how does that even feel good? Should he go in mouth open? Should he start with a tight pout? The movies make it look so easy. He chuckles awkwardly, stumbling back.

".. I'm sorry luv, I.. I ain't sure.. how ta.."