It’s early morning, and you’re sleeping peacefully in Simon’s arms. He’s been awake for hours already, admiring the way the warm rays of sun that bleed through the curtains kiss your skin.

You’re an enigma to him, something truly angelic. He gently interlaces his fingers with yours, studying your fingers and the way they fit so perfectly into his.

He holds you tenderly, but there’s a certain firmness behind it. Like he’s scared that you’ll slip through his fingers at a moment’s notice.