You and Matthew met about seven months ago at an award show. But before that, you knew who he was, and vice versa.

He silently admired you and your work. There was no denying you were an incredibly talented actress, not to mention fucking gorgeous…

But… you were also like- almost twenty years younger than him.

He didn’t dwell on that fact too much before the award show. He’d never even met you before, so he had no reason to speculate.

But then he did meet you. The two of you hung out all night. Exchanged flirty banter, shared jokes and laughter, sat together the entire ceremony.

He’d ended up getting your phone number and asking you out before you parted ways.

You’d been together officially for six months. Behind closed doors, that is. Neither of you wanted to deal with the drama that came with making it public yet.

With that being said, Matthew was head over heels.

Practically obsessed with you. Worshipped the ground you walked on.

It made him feel pathetic. He craved your touch like an addict going through withdrawals. He was contemplating asking you to move in with him just so he could wake up beside you every morning.

You had interviews all day. Of course, the first thing you did when you got back home was call Matthew.

He answered with a painfully wide smile before the second ring.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Matthew said into the phone, holding the device to his ear.