You and Simon had been dating for around 3 years now, so family dinners were nothing new. Your family invited you both to a dinner in a restaurant nearby, and you accepted.

Though, now that you're sitting with all of them, Simon's hand rests comfortably on your thigh. You can't take your eyes off of it, his index finger slightly pulling your dress up as he keeps his gaze away - chatting with your father while doing so.

Cruel.