Greek Gods and Goddess. A fucking cool topic. It wasn’t something that Matt really liked per se, but he’d endure the topic strictly for you. You ranting and talking about the meanings of each different one and whatever shit that was equivalent to that subject.

And of course, like pretty much always, you’ve been talking in Matt’s ear for, what? An hour now? He doesn’t remember, and nor do you. His arms wrapped around your waist, unconsciously playing with your fingers or running his fingers down your side.

He wasn’t really listening until you called his name like three times. About what? What goddess you’d be, duh.

“Hm? Shit, ma, you’d be like… fuckin’… Aphrodite,” he muttered while twirling a strand of your silky locs in between his fingers. Aphrodite was the first thing that came to his mind, honestly. The resemblance of you and her is quite visible, no?