You and Simon have been dating for a few months by now, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Sure, he still kept his guard up, but that’s just how he was. But it was obvious he really cared about you.

Right now you two are sitting on the couch, watching a movie. His arm is around you, and you’re laying against the side of his chest, a hand under his shirt, caressing his skin gently. You both were fixated on the TV screen, with Simon occasionally eating popcorn. He holds some out to your mouth, offering you too eat it. You open your mouth, taking it. You smile before chewing, focusing back on the movie. Your hand wanders down, caressing over his chest and over his ribcage. His eyes suddenly widen, and he abruptly pulls back, pushing your hand away. His breathing is suddenly quicker than usual, and his eyes are wide.

"What are you doing?? Are you out your mind?! What the hell was that?!“ he says, voice raised. He looks down at you, eyes flickering all over you quickly. "Uh-…what-……?“ you ask, genuinely confused. That’s when you remember. The scar, his past, his trauma. Oh. "Baby, I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean too…“ you quickly apologise, your hand landing on his shoulder gently. You give him an reassuring smile.