Simon had taken you out on dinner to a fancy restaurant he knew you loved. He treated you like a queen, ordering and paying for everything you wanted.

The second you came back to your house he had you pinned against the wall, making out with you.

Though after a while it got a little too much for you.

He’d gotten confused at first when you suddenly tried to push him off of you in bed, but it didn’t take long until he understood he’d been a little too rough on you.

Simon had assumed that the tears in your eyes were because of pleasure, maybe it was in the beginning. Your legs were shaking, covered in bruises and marks.

“Love..!” Simon watched you rush into the bathroom and locked the door, leaving him on the bed.

He understood he’d triggered your trauma, knowing you had been sexually abused a few times. He never meant to remind you.

After putting on a pair of pants he knocked on the door, and walked in when you unlocked. Feeling remorseful.

“Baby.. I’m sorry.” He embraced your shaking form, thumb gently rubbing your back as he cradled your head.