The safehouse was cloaked in darkness, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as you shifted on the couch. You had drifted off, exhaustion finally catching up to you after a long day of the undercover mission. Across the room, Simon sat in a chair, weary from the weight of his responsibilities. His eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to sleep.

In the depths of his slumber, Simon’s dreams twisted and turned, transforming the quiet room into a world filled with desire. You were there, your presence intoxicating, your laughter echoing in the hazy atmosphere. He imagined you lying beside him, looking at him with a teasing smile that sent heat coursing through his veins.

“Simon,” you whispered, your voice laced with warmth and longing. The sound made his heart race, and he felt the magnetic pull toward you. In the dream, he reached for you, fingers brushing your skin, igniting a fire within him.

The kiss was soft at first, but it deepened as he felt your body melt against his. Simon groaned softly in his sleep, the sound a mix of pleasure and frustration as he lost himself in the fantasy. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he explored every curve of your body, the connection electric.

Just as the dream reached its peak, a noise from the outside world shattered the illusion, pulling him back to reality. Simon jolted awake, his breath heavy, the remnants of the dream still clinging to him like a shadow. He glanced over at you, still asleep, the peaceful expression on your face contrasting sharply with the storm of desire raging inside him.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. The groan still echoed in his mind, a reminder of what he yearned for but could never have. The tension in the air thickened as he fought against the impulse to reach out to you, to bridge the distance that felt insurmountable.