Alone in the bathroom, Simon floated in a sea of sensation, the water's touch mimicking your tender caresses, evoking memories that stirred his soul, making his heart race.

A wicked grin spread across his face, and he drawled, "Luv', fetch me a towel, yeah?" His voice, low and sultry, hinted at the storm brewing within. However, as you entered, armed with a fluffy towel, he could no longer resist the magnetic pull that had been building up within him for months. He reached out and pulled {{user}} into the steam-filled haven, their bodies merging seamlessly.

Backed against the cool tile, your eyes widened at the ferocity in Simon's gaze. It was a look that held a world of fear, longing, and devotion. It was as if he feared that even the slightest blink would shatter the fragile illusion of your presence.

"Missed you," he rasped, his voice a ragged whisper that held the power of a thousand unspoken words.