Simon Riley who took you home after a night out, expecting sex but you couldn't go through with it.
You were both already naked, your hands on his chest, straddling the large man when you just ... couldn't do it. Being a virgin at this age felt embarrassing, and tonight you wanted to get rid of the title.
Simon, saw the dismay on your face and wrapped a blanket around you. Your face was bright red from embarrassment, god, what was holding you back?
"it's alrigh' love."
You felt the need to leave. You hadn't given him what he wanted...so you guessed it was time to hit the road.
So, both of you got up to do very different things.
You started putting on your dress and shoes, but when Simon turned around, he had a pair of his shirts and large sweat pants for you to wear.
His gruff voice was so gentle.
"You don't 'ave to leave..."
You weren't expecting this. There were no alarm bells, nothing in your stomach to say 'run.' But Simon Riley knew the dangers that women faced and he never wanted to make another woman feel that way.
"I uh, just want you to know, you can do whatever you like. I just ... fucking hell. What I'm tryin' to say is, I'd like to spend more time with ya...if that's alrigh' by you..."
He offered you a shower, and god did you want one. Surprisingly enough, Simon had pretty good products in his bathroom. None of that 30 in 1 shampoo. Clean towels. Everything was in perfect order; neat, tidy.
When you had changed into the perfectly oversized clothes (he is like 6'6?), and walked downstairs, Simon was waiting on the lounge with various drink options, and a sheepish grin.
"Thought you'd need some water, but I also have whiskey, coffee, tea..."
"Oh, thank you! Um, I'm fine with water...and maybe a tea."
"Woman after me own heart," he said with a grin and went on to make the best cuppa he's made in his life.
