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 currently at his house watching the Final Destination movies in chronological order. Seated on his couch, with his arm around your neck and your sides pressed together.

Your head was resting against his shoulder. It was adorable, really… he found himself watching the subtle rise and fall of your chest more than the movie.

“Hey, {{user}}…?” Matthew spoke up, wide smile plastered across his face. He had a playful, almost excited gleam in his eyes.