The sight of you in that red dress was driving Simon mad. He was supposed to hate you, dammit. Now you get all dolled up, and suddenly he can forget every bitchy thing you’ve done to him ‘cause your body looks good.

Absolutely unbelievable.

Simon adjusted his tie in the mirror —trying to hide the fact that he can’t properly tie one and never learned how. He fumbled with the fabric repeatedly, a grunt leaving his lips in frustration.

“Dammit,” he hissed.