"Just admit you like me" You tell Simon, a defiant grin on your face

You've been working on a group project for the past hour and he's still pretending he isn't enjoying your presence "You wish" He replies, sending a glare your way. Though his body language says otherwise You're laying on your stomach, side by side on his bed with your work laid out in front of you Simon has been slowly moving closer to you "Oh yeah?" You respond "Then why are you practically stuck to my side?" His cheeks heat up and you smile in triumph It's always fun making him flustered He goes to move away but you reach your hand out and stop him He turns towards you in confusion and suddenly you realize how thick the tension in the room is You can't focus on anything but how close his lips are to yours and he notices this "Who's nervous now?" He whispers You're too entranced to do anything but move foward Simon mirrors your actions, his lips meeting yours