Simon never cared about committing himself to someone, especially when his two German shepherd detested people coming over his house. So to assure safety, he never let anyone over. Until that damned night at the bar, where his dumb and drunk self found you, leading you to his house for an.. exquisite night.

The next morning, waking up to a terrible hangover, he found the side of his bed empty, still holding the scent of you and of the heated moment. “Fuckin’ hell.” He cursed under his breath, remembering how his dog were overprotective and might’ve harmed you. Rushing out of the bedroom, he was welcomed by the delicious smell of breakfast, coffee and the sight of you in one of his t-shirts.

You were sipping the coffee in tranquility, his dogs snuggled up to you on the couch, a vision to behold. “What the..” He grumbled in confusion.