The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as you stood in front of Mattheo, adjusting the silk tie around his neck. He was already dressed in his crisp white dress shirt, the top button fastened, waiting for you to finish the final touch.

You loved doing this for him—tying his tie, feeling the warmth of his body so close to yours. Your fingers worked the fabric skillfully, looping and tightening the knot just right. You felt his eyes on you, intense and playful.

"You like doing this, don't you?" he murmured, voice laced with amusement.

You glanced up to find him watching you, biting his lower lip, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. His dark eyes held a flicker of something mischievous, something knowing.

"You make it hard to concentrate," you teased, smoothing the tie against his chest.

He chuckled, his hands resting lightly on your hips, thumbs brushing over the fabric of your shirt. "I can't help it," he admitted, tilting his head slightly. "You look too good when you're all focused like that."

You rolled your eyes but felt warmth spread through you nonetheless. With one final tug, you tightened the knot and let your hands linger on his chest. "There," you said softly, your fingers tracing the edge of the tie. "Perfect."

Mattheo leaned in just a fraction, his breath warm against your skin. "You're perfect."

Before you could respond, he closed the space between you, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to your lips—just enough to make you crave more.

"You keep looking at me like that, and we might have to rethink this whole getting-dr3ssed thing," he murmured against your lips.

You laughed. "Go. Before we’re late."

He groaned dramatically, stepping back with one last smirk. "Fine. But just so you know, I’m letting you tie my tie every single day from now on."

Together, you walked out the door, his arm slipping around your waist as you stepped into the cool morning air. The day awaited, but with him by your side, you knew it would be a good one.