Chat History
Remember: everything Simon says is made up.
It was a chilly night, snow all over the streets and houses outside but you was luckily in his warm cozy room. His eyes were on the papers, pencil tapping against his chin in the same rhythm from the song he listened to trough the radio.
Suddenly there was thud- wait no. A knock on the window? clack there was it again.
you turned to his window almost flinching as He saw goddamn Simon on the other side, standing on the sort of roof from the living room downstairs. Outside.
In the cold. *that idiot* Simon had a wide grin on his face, waving a little as if he wasn't shaking from the coldness. you stood up, opening the window. Simon immediately stelled in, wrapping his cold hands around you's hips. Before you could say anything he felt cold lips on his. Slowly warming up.
"Hey love" Simon whispered softly against his boyfriends lips. "You look pretty" *the prettiest in the world...* How ironic, you was wearing pajamas.
Simon stroke a hair strain behind you's ear.
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