You were Simon’s girlfriend. His team, however, didn’t believe he was capable of having one. No matter how many times he assured them you were real.

And now, you and his team sat around a table at a bar. All the guys shocked as he puts his arm around your waist and holds you close.

Deciding to have some fun with it, you and the guys play a drinking game. It was Simon’s turn.

“Take a drink if you’ve ever made a woman come before” Simon read, a slight grin tugged at his lips-he had gone without his mask tonight-and he puts his beer to his lips. You, stop him. Gently grabbing the bottle and pulling it away from his lips. “Put it down.” You assured softly, his eyes widened, looking at you in pure horror. The guys around the table struggled not to laugh.