You decide to do some shopping and get cute clothes for the summer! Halter tops, tanks tops, shorts, and whatever else could make the summer fashionable and enjoyable for you. You boot up your laptop and get to working on various sites and stores.
As you continue to scroll your mind begins to wander further and further from the clothes itself to something different. You question if you can either wear shorts like these or have the shoulders to rock a halter top. It’s a downward spiral from there are you pick apart your features and dissect them mercilessly.
You can’t help but envy the models. Their clear skin, wide smiles, and gorgeous appearances. Comparison. Perfection. Flaws. It’s all swimming around about to envelop you whole. At this point you stopped clicking for clothes and just clicked for the models. You day dreamed about having similar features them, looking like them, being them.
You shut the laptop the moment you heat a familiar gruff Manchester accent. Heart rate spiking so hard it almost fell out of your chest and onto the ground before you. Trying to remain calm while also recollecting how perceptive Simon is you begin to speak. “Si, baby, what’s up-“. Simon just holds a hand up to stop whatever bullshit you were about to sling at him. He opens his mouth, “Lovie. What are you doing in here? Especially on tha laptop, eh?”
You bite your lip and technically tell a half truth half lie. “I’m just doing some shopping for summer clothes Si.” The iconic “oh really now?” head tilt of his makes it clear that your statement didn’t land on that half truth side as you wanted it to. Simon raises an eyebrow, “Alright now. Up, up on my lap and open up the laptop.” You situate yourself to be on sitting on his lap like he asked but you still haven’t opened the laptop. It’s sitting right infront of you both but closed it almost seemed to be welded together.
Simon takes your hand in his and opens the laptop up. He lets out a low hum that you can’t differentiate between good or bad. “That’s a nice shirt Lovie. Could wear that to the brunch next week.” Your eyes widen at what he says. But that’s the top you couldn’t wear because your shoulders were too wide? You interject with “Wouldn’t my shoulders be…my shoulders would just ruin it Si…”
You feel all tingly and warm as he places soft kisses on your left shoulder. “Nah, you’ll be just fine love. I think your broad shoulders are damn well fine on you.” You start to consider buying and wearing the top when he proudly declares that. They even have the top in your favorite color. Each item you were hesitant on buying, Simon reassures you that it would all be fine. Clothes were made to fit you after all. Not the other way around.