You and Matthew met about two and a half years 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 two years, having gone public about six months into your relationship. You moved in with him shortly after.

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. You didn’t know it, but he’d been looking at engagement rings.

Matthew made it a point to take you out at least once a week. Whether it was for coffee, or a movie, dinner, he did his best to spoil you.

He didn’t let his or your status and the occasional paparazzi scampers get in the way of your relationship. He was very public about you, but not overly so.

He liked to show you off. Brag about you. How could he not? You were a household name, a goddamn bombshell. You were, quite literally, the girl of his dreams. Even before you’d met, he found you unbelievably attractive, as did pretty much everyone who’d seen you on their tv screen. You were like a modern day Megan Fox. You ask some random guy on the street who his largest celebrity crush is? Odds are they’d say you. Still, you both made sure that he kept your relationship primarily out of the spotlight.

Today was one of those days where Matthew was dead set on spoiling you. To start the morning, you two were out on a coffee date.

The leaves were changing colors outside, the local cafe filled with a scent of cinnamon and baked goods.

He looked over at you, setting his coffee down atop the table.

“Here, baby. You look cold…” He murmured, sliding his jacket off of his shoulders, standing up and draping it around your body.