You had been dating Mattheo for three years. And during those three years he had to get his wisdom teeth removed.

As he sits on the chair, recovering from the anesthesia. You gently rub his chest, his eyes fluttering open in a daze as he squints at you.

"My girlfriend will get mad if she finds you touching my chest." He mumbles.

"I am your girlfriend," you respond with a chuckle. He smiles, looking at you in a lovestruck gaze. "What?"