in the time i 'd known simon , i 'd committed several images of him to memory : seeing him for the first time , clad only in a sheet and a smirk ; driving back across the bridge with him the night of jillian 's housewarming , when we called a truce ; warped and blurry simon as seen from inside an afghan ; backlit by tiki torches , wet , and looking devilishly handsome by hot tub ; and a recent addition to my best of simons ?