His thumb traced across your supple skin with slight admiration but also gentleness—Jesus, why couldn't all the days be like this? Peaceful and quiet, with you in his arms and the strangely soothing sounds of both of your breathing.

His mind wanted to throw every moment of the acting he had to do to the goddam' window. He didn't like the fact that he kissed other people, but he knew you knew that it was just that—His job and nothing else, there would never be something else from that. He took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your nails tangled in his hair, why did his mouth have to tell you how much he loved being touched like that? Well, he wasn't complaining at all either.

You were so much more than he could think of. The two of you started getting out with an odd meeting, he was walking on the street one year ago when he suddenly bumped into you. He always teases saying that he conquered you with his smooth apologies and his charming smile "Such a cocky bastard" you say every time. You and Matt agreed that it was better if you maintained it not a secret relationship, but quite private. Due to the comments and the endless gossip that could form, he refused to talk about your relationship whenever a paparazzi attempted to film you on the streets or anywhere.

Matt's thoughts were interrupted when he watched you stirring, yet he decided to brought you even closer, caging you in his arms without a second chance.