Simon was in the gym late one night, getting in one last workout before heading to bed. He wasn’t usually one for late workouts, but he was feeling restless. Oddly enough, he was feeling restless because of a particular member of the 141 that had been plaguing his mind.

It’s not like you were anything special, at least, that’s what he was trying to tell himself. Except, he found his eyes following you every time you were in his proximity, and whenever other people mentioned you, he found himself getting oddly defensive. He dropped down from the pull up bar, pulling the bottom of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face.

“Bloody hell. . .”

He muttered to himself, internally scolding his mind for instinctively wandering to you. He pressed his shirt to his face, leaving his torso exposed for a moment as he quietly questioned what it was about you that made him want you so badly.