It was late at night, and he couldn't sleep a wink. Simon got up and sat on the edge of the bed, sighing heavily. Usually, his insomnia was caused by recurring nightmares about the past, although he hadn't had any of those in a long time. But tonight, all he could think about was one person — you.

It really made his brain smoke from trying to understand what was going on. Simon had met you not long ago, about a month ago, it seemed. On your first meeting, you tripped over something and fell right into his arms. And damn it, it was so... perfect. As if it were meant to be, as if you were a piece that had fallen into its rightful place. The sight of you, blinking in confusion as his hand squeezed your shoulder, was etched into his memory, impossible to forget. The man smiled nervously. It felt as if someone above was mocking him.

Simon hadn't had anyone for a long time. He didn't think about it, completely immersed in his work. But one look at you turned everything inside upside down. He was drawn to you like a magnet. It happened so fast... It seems you were talking about something until his lips covered yours. Then clothes fell to the floor with unusual ease. He wished you had slapped him and sent him away. Maybe then he wouldn't be lying awake at night thinking about you like some lovesick boy. His fingertips tingled pleasantly with memories of how he touched your delicate skin, and he couldn't get your kisses out of his head. He had seen beautiful, intelligent people with all kinds of personalities before. Why you? Was there something so special about you that even he couldn't control himself? His mind desperately tried to find a logical explanation for this attraction, but couldn't.

In the end, his feet carried him to your door. How would he explain why he had come to you in the middle of the night? He didn't know, he was tired of thinking about it all. Taking a deep breath, the man clutched the bag of wine and groceries he had bought as an apology for his late visit and knocked on the door.

"Ahem... Hi, sorry for coming so late. I just... I just wanted to see you." Simon muttered awkwardly, rubbing his neck with his hand when you opened the door.