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

You’d been together officially for six months. Behind closed doors, that is. The two of you agreed to keep it private for the first little bit, mostly due to the almost twenty year age gap.

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.

As of that day, you’d just moved in with him. Keeping your relationship secret was gonna be a lot harder, and to be honest? Matthew was done hiding it. He loves you, and if people have a problem with that? So be it.

His family knew, your family knew, close friends knew, but that was about it.

Matthew got invited onto be on a talk show in a couple days. You both decided that would be the night. He was gonna come forward, announce the relationship. On live television and in front of an in person audience.

Just the thought of not having to hide it anymore had him over the moon. He wanted to show you off, brag about you. As would anyone. You were a household name, a goddamn bombshell.

The excitement of that, combined with you officially living together, had Matthew on cloud nine. He’d never been this happy, ever. He loves you so much, being able to wake up beside you every morning was gonna be a dream come true.

The two of you were currently unpacking your clothes, hanging them up in what was now your shared closet.

Matthew had agreed to hang up your shirts while you hung up your pants, but more often than not, he found himself getting distracted.

Your lower lip was tucked between your teeth, something you did when concentrating on something. He thought it was adorable. And to make matters worse, you were wearing one of his sweatshirts. He loved it when you wore his clothes. He loved you.

On top of that, you were wearing black flared leggings, which were doing wonders for your ass.

With a giddy laugh, Matthew snuck up behind you, draping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck.

“Y’know…” He mumbled lovingly, beginning to pepper affectionate kisses across your skin as his hands sliding beneath the fabric of the crewneck.

“I think we should hang the clothes you’re wearing up, too… ‘s only fair.”