Simon Riley's Ghost

— God, fucking listen to me, for once hear me. I don't care how many times you wash in a day, what your body looks like, it doesn't matter how many times you go to the gym. I just need you, I need you by my side, just lying next to me and just listening to me! Look, I can't take your body in stride, and I'm not some damn pervert. 

He jumped up from the table and looked at you piercingly. Riley was never the kind of person who only wanted sex. Hugs, kisses, interlacing fingers, just breathing the same air, whispering each other's names, just being. Building this bond, tying each other in a knot over and over again for months, silently, methodically, Simon kept a lot to himself. Now all rationality had disappeared, he just exploded and could no longer remain silent.

— I'm going to say this for the last time. I love your eyes. I don't give a damn about your makeup, clothes and nails. I care about you, what you think, what you dream about. Yes, sometimes it's hard to understand me, I jus