Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

67. Promises

What started off as a promising sexual encounter, quickly switched into a simple comforting session.

Simon figured that he’s too caught up in his memories to get things on with you in his family home.

As you were trying to seduce him, you also came to the final conclusion that you’re way too drunk to continue. So it was settled.

Sitting on his lap, you were scrolling through photos on your phone to pass the time, sleep not being an option for the both of you with all the alcohol in your system. It sure made him more talkative than usual, actually getting some questions out of him tonight.

“ ‘n who’s that bloke?” his long finger points at a corgi in the corner of a photo you took of some friends that you visited a few years ago at the seaside. Breathttaking view in the back. It was shortly taken after your devastating break-up.

Wow, what a view! Where was this taken? Who are these people? When was it?, being the first questions you would have expected him to ask, not who the random dog standing in the corner is.

“Charlie. He’s Lottas little dog….” You answer, smiling at the sight of the small furry friend.

Out the corner of your eye you see him nodding, eyes fixated on your phone and wrapping his arms around your stomach to support you on his lap.

“You like dogs, don’t you?”

“Human’s best friend, innit…” he mumbles absentmindedly, swiping through your photos as you held the phone. He stopped at a selfie of yours, tilting his head as he tried to tell how long ago that was, you looked pretty young there. Your mind was still occupied with his dog-obsession though.

“And what about cats?” you ask curiously, shifting on his lap to see him better.

He continues swiping in a fast pace, hooked on having the opportunity laid out in front of him to see that hidden side of you, allowed to roam through your privacy just like that.

He took in all the impressions, curious as he was. Trying to get to know you better, to understand you as best as he could.

“Hello?! Cats?” you repeat yourself, putting your phone down for a second to receive his full attention.

“Dunno, love…Never cared too much ‘bout em…” he huffs out with slight annoyance, eyes strolling up your neck to lock in with yours softly.  His hooded eyes take in every detail of your face. You see him observing your lashes, your flushed red cheeks. Turning to your ears before down to your lips, keeping his gaze there for a moment.

Before another make-out session could occur, you awkwardly slide your phone up next to your face, pointing the screen at him which makes his eyes squint and switch their attention back to the device, a photo of a small orange cat being carried by a small girl waiting for him.

“But just look at him…” you smile, turning over to look at it yourself in complete awe.

“Goddamn unit of a cat that is. Looks heavy. Who’s the child?” he snarls unamused, eyes squinting still to adjust back to the brightness of your screen.

“It’s me, Simon! And Garfield! He was my kitty.” You announce proudly, poking the little cat and smiling drunkishly.

“Of course Garfield…” he puffs, focusing more on the miniature-pearl now.

Innocent.

You look 5 years old there, wearing a little white sundress and chunky hairbands holding your hair up in two pigtails. Your bright smile reveals some missing teeth, it looked ridiculous, that’s for sure.