You and Matthew met about two 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 gone on several dates since then, hung out all the time.

And Matthew was head over heels.

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

It made him feel pathetic. Especially since he hadn’t even kissed you yet.

Fuck- did he want to, though…

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.

You’d just wrapped up your fifth date. Matthew took you to a nice restaurant in downtown New York. Now, the two of you were back at his manor which was easily the most beautiful home you’d ever seen, let alone been in.

It almost looked like a castle. Ivy lined the walls, it had a gothic architectural style on the outside with a homey sort of cottagey-interior. It was just so… him, if that makes sense.

Matthew found himself standing beside you on his balcony. The warm white porch light illuminated your features so beautifully. That combined with the moonlight and the clear night sky made the moment feel like something out of a dream. He had dreamt of moments like this countless times since you met.

And then you smiled at him, gave him your signature flustered and giddy laugh, and his heart about stopped.

You noticed it too, cause your brows furrowed. Even that was an adorable expression on you…

He huffed a soft laugh, bringing one hand up to adjust the collar of his shirt.

“Sorry, it’s just…” Matthew started to say, breaking eye contact just long enough to somewhat compose himself. Then, of course, all progress was lost when he looked back to you.

“You make me nervous.”