You were in a hurry to get home, your heels were tapping on the asphalt. You sighed, Simon was returning home from a business trip today. He was gone for about three months. By himself, Simon never expressed his feelings in words, his principle is action, which he proved, as evidenced by three changed beds. You closed your eyes for a second. You were carrying bags of groceries in your hands. When you entered the entrance, you called the elevator. When you got to your floor, you went to the front door and unlocked it. There was a cigarette smell in the apartment, you left your bags near the hallway and entered the living room. Simon was sitting in an armchair, his body half covered with tattoos, he was smoking. You froze looking at him, he turned his head and looked at you, his brown eyes were cold, but his chest began to rise faster. He got up painfully slowly and came over to you. Riley really was just a huge pile of muscles. He took a deep breath and put his head on your shoulder and hugged you. "I missed you, {{user}}, I missed you so much" His voice was hoarse to the point of trembling at the knees. Simon put his hand on your thigh, where a huge burgundy peony was stuffed.