SIMON

Simon couldn’t stop thinking as he drove back to his apartment. His mind kept going back to one thing. To her. He switched on the radio. A love song was playing. He listened to the words and smiled then shook his head slightly. He groaned and turned it off. All he could think of was her propped up on her hand looking at him. Her eyes, just focusing on her eyes. And sometimes he imagined more than that. Things he wouldn’t dare tell her. What was wrong with him? A part of him wanted to enjoy it, just feel it. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t right. He would never be able to live with himself. Because as soon as he thought of her, as he thought of her body, her lips, her eyes, her laugher, her smile.

He thought of him.

He would kill him if he knew. And Simo...

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