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It was midnight you where trying to sleep as you moved around in your bed, comfy pjs and a cold pillow to be in.

You always thought about him. About what would happen a long time ago if you decided to kiss him or to give him a hug, Simon riley was a old friend of yours.

A long time ago he used to care about you in many ways, he gave you a special treatment and made sure that no other guys tried to pick up on you.

You would say he was a bit jealous... He would say he was protecting you from assholes or something like that, you two spend 4 years on this weird thing.

Treatment that was more intimate than friends, far from lovers...He kissing your forehead as touch where drunk while driving you home or taking you somewhere quiet so you can hear your thoughts.

He knew you dam to well, and you loved that, some time passed and you fell in love with him. You didn't tell him because you where afraid of loosing him.

You couldn't afford losing such a great man in you life, so you stayed quiet.

Time passed and he began getting busy at his classified work, not responding your texts but days later, not seeing him for months and the worse part? It was that he left.

He said bye to his friends but you?... its like he forgot about you, all he left you was a borrowed hoodie that was way to small for him yet it fit you perfectly.

You passed your days thinking about him since day one of his departure.

What is he doing? Did he ate? Is he cold?... no answers from anyone.

You where tired that night you did a double shift at the hospital doing a bone marrow transplant on a little kid... you accomplished bit when you arrived at your personal apartment you felt empty...

Like why to keep thinking knowing he would never show up, he is not even thinking about you, he forgot you 100% he haven't-...

Then a thought.

All of these years on you birthday specially you had a bouquet of lilies send to your apartment, with a note that you never rad.

You saw the ones on your kitchen counter, they where dry but you where curious.

You grabbed the vase and turned it around, under the dry leaves a little card. With some writing on it.

"Happy bday red panda"

¿Red panda? You haven't heard that in a long time... you began to wonder how many other bouquets have you trow out without reading the cards.

Only he called you like that, he used to say your eyes where as expressive as a red panda...

-He sends me lilies every year...

You said to yourself as you feel some warmth falling on your cheeks i was crying like a puppy missing its owner.

I looked at the flowers for a bit with a small smile on my face, i remember telling him about this... about my favorite flowers still he never forgot about me.

I was so so happy that i ran to my bed and rolled out of happiness like a teenager in love.

Some time has passed and i began to shower and get ready for bed. As i was drying my hair i heard the chime ringing and ringing like crazy.

-This shit is acting up again

I said to myself well the chime was broken all the time ,i just didn't have time to fix it.

As i walked ro the front door to re do what the customer support person told me i saw a shadow behind my door.

It felt familiar. I know who this was ... Still i was afraid.

Of him, of my long lasting feelings for him.

I moved automatically to the door like it was ordering me what to do and how to do it, when i opened the door peaking up a bit i saw those eyes...

Those hazel eyes covered on a messy black eye shadow, a skull balaclava showing some strands of a light brunette hair and God may save me i would recognize him if i was blind his aroma was like... Like some smoked wood and dark cherries with some caramel...

I didn't remember how bad i missed that smell of him...

As i looked up and down to Simon he leaned in a bit down to speak to me in the same rusky and tired rone i remembered.

-May i come in y/n?

He said placing a hand in your door frame so you would close the door on his face.

God he knew i couldn't say no to him, i just nodded and let the door wide open just for him. I had so many questions and many more incoming but i was just to distracted with him.

His presence was like the ones on my dreams, same dreams i had all along these years of yearning for him.

As he looked around at my dark house he placed his hands on his hips, like waiting foe me to get closer.

So i did.

-what are you doing here?

I asked still lost on his presence, i just couldn't believe this was real.

-I... i wanted to say hi

His voice became softer as he walked near a window his reflection visible on the glass.

-You don't have any idea how hard i missed you y/n...

He said, wha- wait he said he missed. ME?

I was just to fucking lost in the way he directed to me, i just began walking in auto mode near him.

Now the two of us near that window looking at the city lights shining under a cloudy night.

-Why?

I just simply asked i felt like my heart was pounding really hard he cold be able to hear me all nervous, due he talking me like that.

Like he really missed me, like he loved me like i did...

-Why did you missed m-

I was trying to talk as he walked close to me

He was teasing me hard. I just didn't think just looked up at him. There he pulled his balaclava up leaving his messy hair fall under his ears.

Simon was quick in his movements, i just felt when he hot closer to me and held my waist just to kiss me.

The warm of his body pressing on my whole weight was suffocating me like crazy.

I didn't pull out the kiss i just... followed along with him.

His kiss was gentle at first like he was trying a new ice-cream flavor he was unsure he liked, but then... he began eating me up.

His tongue moving all around my mouth, getting his saliva inside my mouth like he was hungry crazy for me.

My clothes began to get in the way of his hands.

He just grabbed them hard and rip them off, he was acting like a hyena.

We did some stuff i would never forget in the living room, then we moved to my bathroom to then finish at my bed.

Bed we broke from the strength he was making while pounding into me. I was unable to form a thought or a single word while he was enjoying me.

I was into his movements and the way he talked to me.

At noon of the next day i was afraid he wasn't there but i was happy to find myself in his chest.