"What are you saying?" you laugh as you look up at him "Ground rules?"

You two are on the sofa and Simon smiles as he watches you lay on his chest and plays with his fingers intertwining yours with his. His free hand strokes your hair.

"It's like those ground rules so we can't fall in love with each other" he simply says. "Like your laugh."

"What about?" you raise an eyebrow and he looks down at you.

"Don't laugh" he said and you laugh again, but this time awkwardly. He shakes his head, a smile on his lips "It's still perfect"